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Five Times They Weren't, and One Time They Totally Were

Anonymous

Chapter 2: The Time With the Black Market Bowtruckles

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It wasn’t the type of establishment Tina wanted to spend any time in. This was the seediest of bars, with people who she could probably arrest five times over on every side of her- and worse, all she could do was watch as Newt tried to ‘negotiate’ with the sleaziest man in the whole room.

 

That man knew her too well from her years as an Auror. She was in disguise a few seats down, here to just keep an eye on things and make sure Newt didn’t get in over his head; if the man realized who she was, the whole deal might get called off.

 

The man in question had three Bowtruckles for sale, and Newt was pretending to be exactly the buyer the man was looking for- someone with bad intentions. In truth, Newt just wanted to get them out of the horrible situation and rehabilitate them.

 

“No deal,” the man said to Newt, chewing on the end of his cigar with a smug smirk. “You ain’t got nothin’ worth tradin’ for these little beauties. I clocked ‘em at pickin’ a MACUSA lock in 21 seconds, flat. Faster when ya threaten ‘em.”

 

To his credit, Newt didn’t flinch at the words, though Tina knew the description had to be killing him inside.

 

“Eight Occamy eggshells. That’s the most I can do,” Newt said, though Tina swallowed hard at the way his tone wavered the slightest bit. To Newt, his own voice probably sounded firm and stubborn- but these were the kind of men who could smell a single drop of blood in the water.

 

“I’ll tell you what,” the man said, and then he reached across the gap between them and slid his hand up Newt’s thigh. Newt twitched and went stiff like he’d been hit with a curse, and Tina was already getting ready to move as the man continued talking. “You put that mouth to use at somethin’ other than pretty words, plus the Occamy shells, and we’ll have a deal.”

 

Tina started to stand, but then someone else took off his hat and approached the pair- a very familiar someone in a long dark coat, with dark hair combed back. Percival Graves grabbed the man’s hand off Newt’s thigh in a grip that looked immensely painful even from this far away.

 

“I’ll make you a deal, you lowlife,” he growled. “Keep your hands off what’s mine, hand over the illegal beasts, and I won’t break every bone in your hands and cart you off to a cell at MACUSA.”

 

Half the bar was watching now, some amused, some discreetly trying to make an exit- and some just stunned silent, much like Tina. She hadn’t even known Graves was here- she’d told him what she and Newt planned to do, but he’d just grunted and dismissed her so soundly that she hadn’t even thought he’d been listening.

 

“Okay, okay, you can have the damn weeds!” the man said, using his free hand to grab a wiggling leather pouch from his belt and toss it at Newt. Newt caught it and immediately shot Graves a grateful look before making a hasty retreat to check on the welfare of the animals.

 

Graves just let go of the man, gave him a stern look of warning, and only glanced at Tina slyly before he followed Newt’s path out the door.

 

Tina was beginning to question her sanity, yet again. And question Graves’ sanity. She turned to the bartender and ordered a drink to take with her before following the two men out of the bar- she was far too sober for this.