ah yes 5 years late- better late than never also this is a very good excuse to not do my hw and I hope you like this! ---------- Graves grumble as he is dragged through the auror bullpen handcuffed by an auror who introduced himself as Jacob Kawasaki who is also carrying his black, polished leather suitcase.
"NEWT!" Kawasaki called over to a tall lanky man in a blue coat with ginger hair, who is talking to a blond bubbly women pressed in all pink.
Newt? who the hell name their child newt?
"oh um. Hello Jacob!" the blue coat man gave him a crooked smile, ducking his head a little before observing Graves with his sea-green eyes. As if the man is scanning him.
"Jacob! How are you sweetie?" the blond women smiled sweetly "And who is this lovely person you brought?"
"I am doing quite well, madam president." Jacob smiled as he blushed. " This man here is Percival Graves. He accidently let loose a black rodent rat creature with a duck bill at the bank."
"A Niffler?" Newt looked up and meet Graves' eyes for a brief second before looking away.
"It was an accident." he grumbles.
Jacob put the suitcase onto a near by desk. "I'm sure it's an accident Mr.Graves. But we still need to check."
He can't help but tense up, well shit. digging his fingernails into the palm of his hands he watched as Jacob opened his suitcase. Shit, the case isn't even on no-mag worthy mode.
The case lid opened to reveal stacks of paper that seems like documents and such. He let out a breath of relief before tensing up again. If it wasn't his case, whose is it then? And where is his? Oh god it could be that women with the short bob cut he talked to at the bank! Wonderful, good job Graves you screwed up even more.
the man called Newt narrowed his eyes at the case.
"I swear I saw him put the Niffler into the case Director."
Director?
DIRECTOR?
Graves blinked, unable to belive that the the shy, tall lankey ginger man before him is the Director of Magical Security. His posture was all wrong with his eyes glued to the floor. No confidence at all. Surely it's the women dressed in pink that's the director. But Kawasaki already said she's the president.
"oh honey, I'm sure we will find your case. Also Newt here is the Director of Magical Security." The president's words quickly snapping out of his storm of disorganized thoughts. "Your disbelief was quiet visible."
"Oh dear." The director was now digging through the case. "I think a muggle policeman have Mr.Graves' Case."
"muggle?"
"The british term for No-mag." Kawasaki replied quickly.
OFCORSE! the director of magical security of America is fucking british! He should've known by the way he speak with that funny accent.
"I trust you on this one Jacob." The director closes the case. "Do you perhaps have any tracking spell on that case of yours?"
Graves nodded.
"Good luck honey!" The president flashed another smile at Kawasaki who's ears turns red.
Before he know he is yanked by the handcuff out of the auror bullpen by very determined Kawasaki.
Re: life swap AU! gen or whoever/whoever mini fill
----------
Graves grumble as he is dragged through the auror bullpen handcuffed by an auror who introduced himself as Jacob Kawasaki who is also carrying his black, polished leather suitcase.
"NEWT!" Kawasaki called over to a tall lanky man in a blue coat with ginger hair, who is talking to a blond bubbly women pressed in all pink.
Newt? who the hell name their child newt?
"oh um. Hello Jacob!" the blue coat man gave him a crooked smile, ducking his head a little before observing Graves with his sea-green eyes. As if the man is scanning him.
"Jacob! How are you sweetie?" the blond women smiled sweetly "And who is this lovely person you brought?"
"I am doing quite well, madam president." Jacob smiled as he blushed. " This man here is Percival Graves. He accidently let loose a black rodent rat creature with a duck bill at the bank."
"A Niffler?" Newt looked up and meet Graves' eyes for a brief second before looking away.
"It was an accident." he grumbles.
Jacob put the suitcase onto a near by desk. "I'm sure it's an accident Mr.Graves. But we still need to check."
He can't help but tense up, well shit. digging his fingernails into the palm of his hands he watched as Jacob opened his suitcase. Shit, the case isn't even on no-mag worthy mode.
The case lid opened to reveal stacks of paper that seems like documents and such. He let out a breath of relief before tensing up again. If it wasn't his case, whose is it then? And where is his? Oh god it could be that women with the short bob cut he talked to at the bank! Wonderful, good job Graves you screwed up even more.
the man called Newt narrowed his eyes at the case.
"I swear I saw him put the Niffler into the case Director."
Director?
DIRECTOR?
Graves blinked, unable to belive that the the shy, tall lankey ginger man before him is the Director of Magical Security. His posture was all wrong with his eyes glued to the floor. No confidence at all. Surely it's the women dressed in pink that's the director. But Kawasaki already said she's the president.
"oh honey, I'm sure we will find your case. Also Newt here is the Director of Magical Security." The president's words quickly snapping out of his storm of disorganized thoughts. "Your disbelief was quiet visible."
"Oh dear." The director was now digging through the case. "I think a muggle policeman have Mr.Graves' Case."
"muggle?"
"The british term for No-mag." Kawasaki replied quickly.
OFCORSE! the director of magical security of America is fucking british! He should've known by the way he speak with that funny accent.
"I trust you on this one Jacob." The director closes the case. "Do you perhaps have any tracking spell on that case of yours?"
Graves nodded.
"Good luck honey!" The president flashed another smile at Kawasaki who's ears turns red.
Before he know he is yanked by the handcuff out of the auror bullpen by very determined Kawasaki.