Migraine

To say Newt was not in crisis mode would have been a lie. The world seemed to be having quite the laugh at his expense since he had stepped foot in America. New York was a very impressive city, it almost put London to shame. The neat, organized lanes and massive marble towers were almost daunting, but Newt hadn't the time to admire that, because his little furry friend had found the American dream.

It took Newt a little while to notice that his marauding travel companion had flown the coop. Due to Newt watching a terribly dreadful woman spread anti-magic sentiment. The horrifying thing that astounded Newt was the large group of people actually listening to her. Newt had heard of how differently the magical and non-magical communities were in America, but this was far more hostile than he had imagined.

Newt heard a grunt as a large man tripped over his case.

"I am sorry." Newt said to the man.

The man just turned and said, "No harm done." Waving it off and continued his walk up to the impressive-looking bank.

Looking back that is when Newt should have paid attention to the alarm bells ringing in the back of his mind. But He was also morbidly curious as to what the dreadful woman was saying. That's when he spotted it, there was a flash of black fur in the corner of his eye and Newt felt dread fill his stomach.

There the little bugger coolly walked towards the bank cramming as many items in his pouch as he could. When he saw that he had the attention of his master the niffler panicked and ran inside of the bank to cause chaos... Mania ensued. So much happened that Newt could barely register much more than the hatchling found by the muggle Jacob, Jacob himself, and having to stun the bank manager.

'When Theseus hears about this! I will never be allowed to leave London again!' Newt thought forlornly to himself after apperating with the poor muggle man to an alleyway outside the bank.

Newt shoved the reluctant niffler back into his case.

"You need to learn not to take what does not belong to you. You pilfering pest." Newt shut his case firmly and secured the lock.

"Now you." He said turning to Jacob, brushing the man off and fixing his clothes.

"I am sorry, but you have seen far too much. Don't worry though this will be over in a jiffy." Newt mumbled turning to grab his wand.

"Mn, sure yeah." Jacob groused grabbing his case and swinging it with all his might at the taller man's face.

Newt collapsed.

"Bugger!" He said with force, quickly popping his very bruised jaw.

Pocketing his wand, he gripped his case… but wait. Newt looked down horrified at the case that said Jacob Kowalski on the brass name plate.

"Damn!" Newt yelled in a rare fit of rage, walking briskly out of the line of any overly questioning glances. Now that he was out of the danger zone, Newt hurriedly began looking for an address on the case. He opened the lid and nearly sobbed in relief; there in neat penmanship was an address.

"Point me!" Newt whispered to his wand, it swiveled East and without any further delays, he walked briskly in that direction. Now that things had slowed down marginally Newt finally began to feel the thumping headache that the muggle gave him. Gently he ran his fingers down the left side of his face feeling for any damage, then stopping when he heard clicking from his pocket.

"Hello, Picket. Yes, yes, I am alright. That muggle just got me by surprise." He gave the bowtruckle a small grin rounding the corner following his wand. The little green beast let out another small stream of clicks and settled back into his pocket, content.

Newt was very relieved fifteen minutes later to be at the ratty old apartment's front door, he was starting to feel very off. Swaying slightly holding the battered case filled with pastry he thought he could almost hear someone speaking in a very frazzled voice.

"Witches! Witches! Man, things were so much easier back in the trenches!" 'I must be at the correct apartment then.' Newt thought bemusedly, as another wave of dizziness washed over him. Bracing himself on the door he knocked: one, two, three times.

The muttering inside quieted, and heavy footstep sounded closer. Slowly the shabby door opened showing half of Mr. Kowalski's ashen face. Newt saw the man's eyes widen before quickly trying to slam the door, but Newt was expecting this shooting out his foot and placing it in between the door and doorjamb.

"Mr. Kowalski! I know that our past experiences with one another have been very unpleasant, but we seemed to have swapped cases with each other." Newt said in a rush desperately trying to placate the man crushing his foot. Unexpectedly the door flow open and Jacob gestured exhaustedly at the freshly missing wall in his apartment.

"I'd figured that one out pal!"

Newt wanted to cry; this had become one of the worst escapades he had ever been on. If he lived to see Great Britain again, he knew that Theseus would kill him before he even left the dock, because there his case sat opened in the middle of the floor.

'Okay,' he thought 'I got this; first we need to see what escaped.'

"Mr. Kowalski I am so sorry about this." He said pointing his wand repairing the wall and dressers. Watching the household items move made Newt's brain snap back to his own dizziness that was quickly turning into something more urgent. Slowly he turned and looked over to find his host, who also looked like he might throw up as well, idly pointing at his previously destroyed room.

"Are you okay Mr.…"

"Jacob." Jacob muttered.

"My name is Jacob."

"Alright, Jacob did anything attack you?"

"Not really, this big ugly tentaclely think tried but I through it back in the case before it could get me… So, all that magic garbage that Barebone broad has been fussin about for all these years is true?!" Newt looked at Jacob and ran a very shaky hand through his hair, he idly realized that his left hand's fingertips were numb.

"Yes, magic is very real, but we try to keep that a secret." Jacob was nodding as if his life depended on it.

"Mr. Witch, Sir. If you don't mind me asken who the heck are you, and whatcha doing with a suitcase full of monsters?" This was a fair question.

"I am Newt Scamander, a magic zoologist. It is nice to meet you." Newt said grinning up through his sweaty fringe.

Newt was beginning to realize through the ever-increasing pounding in his head, that he rather liked this muggle man. Which was a shock it had been years since he met anyone, he could say that about.

"Magic-zoologist, eh?" Then the man just laughed.

"This certainly isn't the day I had planned Mr. Scamander."

"Newt, please." Newt added in.

"Okay Newt, you don't look too cherry." Newt looked at the man dumbly; he did nothing to this man but cause havoc in his life and he was concerned about Newt?

"I am fine, just a headache."

"Headache? Headaches can't make someone look that bad bub."

"Migraine, is that better? You are a good hand with a suitcase." Newt said in an attempt to make the man quiet down a little his loud voice was starting to really aggravate things.

"Oh, sorry Newt. How can I help?" Once again Newt was struck with how kind this muggle was.

'Why weren't there more people like this?' He thought. There was chittering from his pocket that interrupted what Newt was about to say as picket immerged holding a small vial with a pink liquid. There was a yelp as Jacob saw the green little fairy thing come out of nowhere.

Newt winced rubbing his left temple.

"It's okay Jacob, this is Picket. He is a very clingy friend of mine." Newt remarked smiling down at the bowtruckle like he was made out of gold. In his little green hand, he held Newt's migraine draft.

"What's that he's holding?" Jacob asked lowering his voice after he noticed Newt wince.

"A Migraine potion." Newt replied wasting no time opening the vial and downing the awful tasting liquid. Blinking a few times Newt felt the aching pressure behind his eyes subside. He let out a smile and nodded at Jacob.

"That's much better."

His hands still shook, and he still was slightly dizzy and sweaty, but gone was the horrible nausea and pounding pain.

"Now Mr. Kowalski let's get you…"

"Stop! Nobody moves!" A young very attractive (if Newt had any say in it) brunet woman cried striding into the room. Both Jacob and Newt froze.

"You're both coming with me!"