Piracy: (n) the practice of a pirate; robbery or illegal violence at sea.
Raffles the Niffler was running out of time. Newt has told them all to behave for a few hours because they're going to be getting off the boat and going through Muggle customs very soon. Then they'll be in New York - Raffles is given to understand that this place is supposed to be very dull and drab. Newt has assured her that there won't be much of anything suitable for her den.
That means she doesn't have much time. Newt had bought a second class cabin (a tiny, barren single, but which gave him the needed privacy) but Raffles knows that this ship has better than that. There's a gloriously shiny dining room for the first class passangers. It has a giant crystal candal stick - more of an upside-down tree, really - hanging from the centre of the roof. The passangers and crew are all out of that room, packing their things to dis-end-bark (sounds like something the Bowtruckle knuckle-head would do).
The niffler slides carefully out of the suitcase - just in time to miss it being switched to Muggle Safe so that Newt can re-arrange the clothes he keeps there - and ducks under the cabin door.
It's three floors up and across the ship, but sliding through the crawlspaces allows her to make good time. Finally, she slides under the grand oak door and it's there. The candles within it are not shining. That's good. Singed fur isn't. The roof, however, seems very far away.
Raffles scrambles up a granfather clock in the corner, but it's still too far away. The occasional decorative pillers, however, have lovely leaf-designs swirling up them all the way to the roof and those look decidedly climbable. So the niffler heads back down the grandfather clock, as it goes tick-tock, and scurries across the floor until she reaches one of the pillars. Up, up, up she goes, feeling triumphant.
At the top of the pillar she realises that the lovely shiny candle holder is too far away. She can probably make the leap, but once it's in her pouch she'll fall to the floor and it's a long drop. A long, scary drop.
Raffles tilts her head to the side. Long drop or lack of shiny. Long drop or lack of shiny. Difficult choice. A door opens, a guard peers in. He shrugs, closes the door and it sounds like he walks away. It's now or never.
The niffler opens her pouch as wide as possible and leaps.
Half the boat can hear it when the chandelier in the grand dining hall is wrenched from the ceiling and the electrical cables are pulled out of the ceiling of the fanciest, most expensive part of the modern ship.
Raffles the Niffler sits on the floor, with a hurt back leg and a chandelier stuffed into her pouch, and tries to put the dusty electrical cables that have torn a long hole across the roof into her pouch. Her fur is singed.
Running feat are audible in the distance, so she hurries as best she can on a hurt leg and dives into the passages in the wall before the yelling guards can catch her.
By the time she gets back to their cabin, Newt is panicking. When he spots her he almost looks as if he will yell - especially when she pulls out the chandelier because it's too big and it hurts - but then he spots her oddly-angled leg.
"Oh, you," he says. "Quite the little pirate aren't you." But he doesn't say more. Instead he cleans the dust off niffler and cabin both and quickly resets and heals her leg. He shoos her - chandelier and all - into the suitcase and locks it as best he can.
"Promise me you'll behave," he mutters just above the closed suitcase, before hurrying to disappear into the lines of passengers getting off the boat before anyone can trace the mishap back to them or restrain the passengers for questioning.
Fill: The Purloined Pouch (4/6)
Raffles the Niffler was running out of time. Newt has told them all to behave for a few hours because they're going to be getting off the boat and going through Muggle customs very soon. Then they'll be in New York - Raffles is given to understand that this place is supposed to be very dull and drab. Newt has assured her that there won't be much of anything suitable for her den.
That means she doesn't have much time. Newt had bought a second class cabin (a tiny, barren single, but which gave him the needed privacy) but Raffles knows that this ship has better than that. There's a gloriously shiny dining room for the first class passangers. It has a giant crystal candal stick - more of an upside-down tree, really - hanging from the centre of the roof. The passangers and crew are all out of that room, packing their things to dis-end-bark (sounds like something the Bowtruckle knuckle-head would do).
The niffler slides carefully out of the suitcase - just in time to miss it being switched to Muggle Safe so that Newt can re-arrange the clothes he keeps there - and ducks under the cabin door.
It's three floors up and across the ship, but sliding through the crawlspaces allows her to make good time. Finally, she slides under the grand oak door and it's there. The candles within it are not shining. That's good. Singed fur isn't. The roof, however, seems very far away.
Raffles scrambles up a granfather clock in the corner, but it's still too far away. The occasional decorative pillers, however, have lovely leaf-designs swirling up them all the way to the roof and those look decidedly climbable. So the niffler heads back down the grandfather clock, as it goes tick-tock, and scurries across the floor until she reaches one of the pillars. Up, up, up she goes, feeling triumphant.
At the top of the pillar she realises that the lovely shiny candle holder is too far away. She can probably make the leap, but once it's in her pouch she'll fall to the floor and it's a long drop. A long, scary drop.
Raffles tilts her head to the side. Long drop or lack of shiny. Long drop or lack of shiny. Difficult choice. A door opens, a guard peers in. He shrugs, closes the door and it sounds like he walks away. It's now or never.
The niffler opens her pouch as wide as possible and leaps.
Half the boat can hear it when the chandelier in the grand dining hall is wrenched from the ceiling and the electrical cables are pulled out of the ceiling of the fanciest, most expensive part of the modern ship.
Raffles the Niffler sits on the floor, with a hurt back leg and a chandelier stuffed into her pouch, and tries to put the dusty electrical cables that have torn a long hole across the roof into her pouch. Her fur is singed.
Running feat are audible in the distance, so she hurries as best she can on a hurt leg and dives into the passages in the wall before the yelling guards can catch her.
By the time she gets back to their cabin, Newt is panicking. When he spots her he almost looks as if he will yell - especially when she pulls out the chandelier because it's too big and it hurts - but then he spots her oddly-angled leg.
"Oh, you," he says. "Quite the little pirate aren't you." But he doesn't say more. Instead he cleans the dust off niffler and cabin both and quickly resets and heals her leg. He shoos her - chandelier and all - into the suitcase and locks it as best he can.
"Promise me you'll behave," he mutters just above the closed suitcase, before hurrying to disappear into the lines of passengers getting off the boat before anyone can trace the mishap back to them or restrain the passengers for questioning.