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newtralize) wrote2018-12-31 03:19 pm
newtralize) wrote2018-12-31 03:19 pm
With your black cool eyes and your bitten lips
[Newt's every intention was to return back to England after everything that had happened in New York. Frank had been freed and was making his way back to Arizona; something that saddened him as he had hoped to release him in Arizona. Madame Picquery had also made it very obvious that she really didn't want him and his case in New York any longer than necessary. And really, he had enough adventure with the whole Grindelwald and Obscurial business.
It was a shame he was a bleeding heart and Grindelwald's reveal and capture had put everyone in an immediate tizzy. If Grindelwald had been impersonating Percival... Well, where was the man himself? Newt couldn't leave America in good conscience. He had petitioned the Madame President to extend his stay and convince the Ministry not to drag him back to England quite yet (they were real cross with him). That he could locate Percival Graves. He didn't make empty promises and he knew time was against them. With Grindelwald's capture, it was a race against the clock to find the man. Newt couldn't imagine his health being great, so that meant the man was starving and would require immediate medical attention. This made their window of time hilariously small.
Everyone from every department had been working sleepless nights as they bustled through MACUSA and the streets of New York. Grindelwald had given them nothing but jeers and taunts to the point that he was sure the Madame President was just going to execute the man right then and there. Her calm exterior did not hide the rage in her eyes and he had seen such a look in plenty of wild beasts.
Newt runs a hand through his hair as he takes a large sip from his cup of coffee. He hated the stuff, but he could see why Americans drank this stuff like it was their life blood. He had Theseus sent him letters that Grindelwald had sent him while pretending to be Percival. He had requested a few objects from Percival's office. Nothing of real importance, but stuff that may still hold Percival's magic signature. Anything that could be used for tracking.
It's an odd hour of the night and here he was, running around New York with Tina in too cold of weather and bitter gross coffee. And their only guide was his niffler. It had taken quite a bit of coaxing to get his little pilferer to cooperate. It wasn't until Picquery had offered one of her lavish rings to the creature with a promise of a second one if the little guy could locate their man. Newt had used every tracking spell and trick in his repertoire (which was more than what the entire Auror department had) and they seemed to finally have a lead of some sort.
His niffler took them well out of New York City and into a less bustling part of New York. He couldn't say it was countryside, but the estates became larger and fanciful and very secluded. It wasn't until they stopped at a rather old, but gorgeous, estate that he could feel it. There was magic around it. He picked up his niffler and tickled its belly for a second before putting the creature back in his briefcase. More for safety than anything else. Tina mentioned something about not doing anything stupid and waiting for her to come back with a team before apparating away. Newt was very bad at listening, he supposes.
He enters the estate on his own.
It's tricky business, he finds. Carefully laid out traps and undoing intricate spells. Grindelwald certainly went out of his way to be a difficult sod. It's quiet and unnerving as he goes down to the basement first. He speaks up if only for his own nerves and not because he thinks anyone will reply.] Hello? I'm aware that I'm intruding, but there's quite a bit of magic running through this place. Surely someone is here?
I'm just looking for someone is all. A Percival Graves? Why am I talking to myself?
It was a shame he was a bleeding heart and Grindelwald's reveal and capture had put everyone in an immediate tizzy. If Grindelwald had been impersonating Percival... Well, where was the man himself? Newt couldn't leave America in good conscience. He had petitioned the Madame President to extend his stay and convince the Ministry not to drag him back to England quite yet (they were real cross with him). That he could locate Percival Graves. He didn't make empty promises and he knew time was against them. With Grindelwald's capture, it was a race against the clock to find the man. Newt couldn't imagine his health being great, so that meant the man was starving and would require immediate medical attention. This made their window of time hilariously small.
Everyone from every department had been working sleepless nights as they bustled through MACUSA and the streets of New York. Grindelwald had given them nothing but jeers and taunts to the point that he was sure the Madame President was just going to execute the man right then and there. Her calm exterior did not hide the rage in her eyes and he had seen such a look in plenty of wild beasts.
Newt runs a hand through his hair as he takes a large sip from his cup of coffee. He hated the stuff, but he could see why Americans drank this stuff like it was their life blood. He had Theseus sent him letters that Grindelwald had sent him while pretending to be Percival. He had requested a few objects from Percival's office. Nothing of real importance, but stuff that may still hold Percival's magic signature. Anything that could be used for tracking.
It's an odd hour of the night and here he was, running around New York with Tina in too cold of weather and bitter gross coffee. And their only guide was his niffler. It had taken quite a bit of coaxing to get his little pilferer to cooperate. It wasn't until Picquery had offered one of her lavish rings to the creature with a promise of a second one if the little guy could locate their man. Newt had used every tracking spell and trick in his repertoire (which was more than what the entire Auror department had) and they seemed to finally have a lead of some sort.
His niffler took them well out of New York City and into a less bustling part of New York. He couldn't say it was countryside, but the estates became larger and fanciful and very secluded. It wasn't until they stopped at a rather old, but gorgeous, estate that he could feel it. There was magic around it. He picked up his niffler and tickled its belly for a second before putting the creature back in his briefcase. More for safety than anything else. Tina mentioned something about not doing anything stupid and waiting for her to come back with a team before apparating away. Newt was very bad at listening, he supposes.
He enters the estate on his own.
It's tricky business, he finds. Carefully laid out traps and undoing intricate spells. Grindelwald certainly went out of his way to be a difficult sod. It's quiet and unnerving as he goes down to the basement first. He speaks up if only for his own nerves and not because he thinks anyone will reply.] Hello? I'm aware that I'm intruding, but there's quite a bit of magic running through this place. Surely someone is here?
I'm just looking for someone is all. A Percival Graves? Why am I talking to myself?
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[He realizes in a dawning moment he's pushed himself too far, and he doesn't know if he can hold himself up even a second longer.] Sorry. [It comes out in a grunt.]
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[He stands upright and shoots a Patronus out resembling that of a hippogriff. He was just gonna use it to lead the team of Aurors where they were. The sooner they got them out of here, the better.] I, yes. More or less. [He smiles nervously at that. Someone would surely give a thorough report to the man later. Newt imagines Tina given her huge part played in the whole thing.] He wasn't particularly a swell fellow was he...
No need to apologize. Really, I'm sorry. [There's sympathy for the man. It isn't really pity in Newt's eyes but an earnest care. It's how he felt whenever he had to save any injured creature. The same feeling of trying to save the Sudanese girl.
He doesn't say anything more as a group of Aurors start flooding into the room. Some immediately move to help Graves; careful as they can since they didn't know the extent of his injuries. Newt quietly steps back and stands next to Tina. He glances at the other every so often as there's a sudden flurry of activity as a few leave to probably sweet the rest of the estate and the others prepare to take him to the hospital proper.]