Invisible String [t. s]

Chase & Catch

"I don't know yet." She made her way down the hall and found the stairs, rushed down and looked at the guards who nodded at her. It didn't take her long to find three people in the cell. "Newt Scamander, right?" The young man that was sitting on the ground stood up.

"Yes. Who are you?"

"Amélie Rosier, Head Auror of the French Bureaux." He raised his eyebrows. He only needed the name to know how his brother would simply rant about her in the good way —when they were a thing— and the bad way —when they had parted ways—. It was a name he hasn't heard in a long time. "And...friend of your brother."

"What do you know? Have they done something to my creatures?"

"No. They haven't done anything."

"Do you know what they'll do?"

"When I asked, Graves said he'd have a look inside the case. That's all I know." He sat back down as he sighed. A silence pitched through everyone's ears for a minute until Jacob spoke.

  "Can someone please tell me what this Obscurial...Obscurius thing is, please?" The wizards looked at each other.

"There hasn't been one for centuries." Said Miss Goldstein.

"I met one in Sudan three months ago." Said Newt. "There used to be more of them, but they still exist."

"It was before the wizards were underground." Amélie explained. "When we were still being hunted by Non-Magiques." Scamander nodded. "Young wizards and witches sometimes tried to suppress their magic to avoid persecution."

"So, instead of learning to harness or to control their powers, they developed what was called an Obscurus." Newt added.

"It's an unstable, uncontrollable, dark force that bursts out and attacks. And then vanishes." Said Miss Goldstein as she looked at Scamander. "Obscurials can't survive long, can they?"

"There is no documented case of an Obscurial surviving past the age of ten." He said. "The one I met in Africa was eight when she...she was eight when she died." Everyone remained silent for a moment again.

"What are you telling me here? That- that Senator Shaw was killed by a...a kid?" Asked Mister Kowalski. Silence seemed to be enough answer for his question.

"I need to inform your brother." Rosier commented.

"No, don't do that. There's no need to disturb him while he's hunting for that Grindelwald." She breathed in and out at Newt's response. "Please, don't tell him. He's doing more important things and I don't need him to yell at me for being arrested and accidentally setting loose some creatures all over New York. Please, please don't tell him anything." She sighed through her nose.

"Fine, but I do need to know what can they find in there, something that could make you look...more guilty." Asked the Auror.

"More guilty?" Asked Newt. "I'm not guilty of anything in the first place."

"And I believe you, but they won't do the same that easily. Mister Scamander, you're not even supposed to be in New York given Minister Fawley's surprise to find you here." Newt sighed.

"They will find creatures, magical creatures of all sorts." He said after a short pause. "I'm studying them and I'm writing a book about them." Amélie smiled. "There's nothing that-" She frowned when he stopped mid-sentence.

"That what?" He just looked at her. That's when Graves showed up with two more Aurors. "Graves."

"Time's up."

"Give me another minute."

"No, I'm sorry." She sighed and they opened the door of the cell. "Scamander, Goldstein. Out." They took a hold of the magical guys. "If you want to give a hand, take care of him." He said, looking at the Non-Magique. "Obliviate him." They were walking down the hall as the other two simply stood there and looked.