everything is fine till morning

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I realized I hadn't written in a while so here it is the next part

Newt is just waking up in the morning,and went down the stairs to find one of the back doors open ,and no one near so he walked around outside a little bit before going to the stables where some of his creatures were staying, so they could be out of the case and not making a mess out of the house like the niffler had done on multiple trips,but that makes sense it does not care to much about rules or laws, but then to end that thought, where was  Pickett
(In case you didn't know Pickett in the green creature that newt keeps in it pocket the bowtruckle) well back to his room he went looking for the tiny creature where he finally finds it is holding a paper ball  that had nothing written on it

( I thought to end it here but to put you in more misery or less depending on how much you like my story I am continuing here)

Well as most things in the wizarding world blank sheets of paper can be not blank

This was no different or is it anyway

He takes the paper and put it on the table not thinking any thing of it until he flipped it over and unfolded the paper the it revealed it's message

If you are reading this I am sorry I had to leave you but I will come back

Queenie
Well step one we wait to I am allowed to leave without another person on my side, well easier said then done she was already on thin ice with everyone else that was possibly supposed to protect her and keep her off the side of the enemy whoever that be but what's it matter she was going to go home maybe she isn't sure about

MCUSA office days later

Newt enters the building because Tina had Left the house and the most reasonable place according to his brother to find her would be at her house or her place of work so Sense she wasn't at home as far as he knew he was going to risk a trip to her place of work but of course he would have to leave the creatures at home wich is something he would not be doing yet

So that is all till I write again

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