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Waiting for Newt to rescue his brother was a painful task. Teddy was making some small noises from his locked cage for a few minutes now as you paced.
“I know it’s been a while.” You answered. “I can’t imagine that they’ve made it easy.”
The guard grunted, looking from the niffler to the human. “You can understand that thing?”
You glanced at him for a split second and sent the man a scathing look. Pickett piped up from her side of the cage and you turned your attention to the bowtruckle.
“Nothing will happen to Newt, I promise.”
Teddy chittered and you scoffed. “No, you can’t can’t take a trip to Gringotts if something goes wrong.”
You were already stressed about not being there to help and Newt’s beasts weren’t helping. You continued to pace and noticed an orange crab-like creature scurrying across the floor until it slid beneath the metal bars and into the deep prison cave.
At first you didn’t think much of it but when you caught a glimpse of its stinger, it clicked! It was a manticore. You had documented the fearsome critters a few years ago for Newt’s book, recalling that they travel only with the mother beast, dislike bright lights, and there could be thousands at a time.
Fearing that that was what lurking in the cells beneath, you ran towards the gate and grabbed the bars only to receive a sharp jolt which threw you a few paces back.
“Damn it!” you cursed.
Stepping close once again, you were careful not to make contact and instead cupped your hands around your mouth. Taking in a deep breath, you let out a high-pitched whistle that bounced down the cavern walls. You paused and then repeated the sound twice.
It was a warning call that you and Newt had established, to the untrained ear it sounded like a noise but to Newt and yourself, it was a message.
Manticore. Swivel.
Suddenly, you were grabbed by the back of your shirt and pulled backwards by the guard.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He growled, shoving you back towards the desk. “Your friends are as good as dead.” You smacked into the edge of the hard stone and rubbed your arm as the man turned his back to eat.
If you had your wand on you, you would have turned him into a toad.
Pickett chirped. Escape?
You scowled at the man’s head and turned your gaze to Newt’s critters, shooting them a wink. “I was thinking the same thing.”