Invisible String [t. s]

Chase & Catch

"No." She sent him backwards with a strong stunning spell and before the other men and women could fire their jinxes and hexes, she deapparated. She apparated couple blocks away, when she simply reclined her weight against the wall of an alley, she looked around to make sure she hadn't been followed. That's when her eyes landed on what seemed to be green, blue and purple feathers shrinking. She frowned and disappeared from the streets to appear in the building. "You." She said when she saw the fugitives, the sister and the muggle there. It was quite a scene: everything destroyed, roaches running on the ground in all directions and in the middle Tina and Newt keeping something in a teapot. Amélie shrugged as she flicked her wand to rebuild and repair the broken brick walls and windows.

"Us." Said Scamander. "I assumed you'd be off."

"Me too, but things are more complicated that we thought."

"How complicated?" Asked Tina.

"Very." Answered Rosier. "Do we have somewhere to talk where we don't risk being found?" They all looked at each other and then at the case in Newt's hand. "Oh, tu te moques de moi." Scamander smiled.

"No, I'm not kidding. Everyone in." He said, opened the case and the five of them stepped inside carefully. It was amazing. There was a little kitchen and when you stepped out you could find creatures of all sorts living in their very own —and little— habitat. It was warm, cozy and peaceful not to mention bright. Everything seemed to be so serene. "Please, make yourselves comfortable." Said Newt before stepping out even further to get the beasts Tina and Jacob were carrying accordingly into their resting areas.

  Rosier took off her coat and hat as she looked around, amazed by the beauty of the inside of the leathered case. She walked around and admired the creatures she had only seen images of in school books. She was smiling, feeling like a little kid again; a kid who' s enjoying of a sunny afternoon at her mother's vacation house in Great Britain. She turned around and saw Newt talking to a Bowtruckle, her smile grew bigger. She approached the Magizoologist.

"This is wonderful, Mister Scamander." She told him. "A very lovely and noble thing you're doing." He smiled, shyly.

"Thank you." She returned the smile.

"You know? It reminds me of home."

"I'm glad this place reminds you of home. It is the very same for me." She chuckled.

"And you remind me of my mother." He smiled more.

"Really?" She nodded.

"She knew and loved all there was to know about magical creatures. She was a professor at Beauxbatons, she gave us the class of Care for Magical Creatures, actually. And she had her very own Bowtruckle, she let me name her Leavy." Newt smiled even more.

"That sounds lovely." She looked at the ground and remained to smile. "Whatever happened to them? Do they have a bond like mine with Pickett?" She giggled but her smile started to drop.

"They, uh...they had a similar bond. Sadly, she got sick and passed away years ago, Leavy died couple months after her. I...couldn't save either of them."

"I'm sorry to hear that." She shrugged.

"It's alright." Élie sighed. "I'm just thinking that...she would've loved this. And your soon-to-be book." They smiled at each other.

"And I would've loved to chat with her." He looked at Pickett. "Them, actually." Rosier chuckled as Pickett made his way down Newt's arm and, slowly, made his way up through Amélie's arm until he stood on her shoulder. She greeted the little guy with tears in her eyes. She really missed her mother, after all, she was all the family she had left. Her father was vile and a bad man, a dark wizard; her sister left after their mother's passing and Amélie hasn't heard a thing from her in years. Until now.