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FUCK IT WE'LL FIGURE OUT SPECIFICS LATER

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Percival kept standing in the doorway, making sure that no one came in to bother the two of them. Newt looked utterly shattered, his eyes closing in exhaustion. Spot woke up and clambered into bed beside him, and was cradled to Newt’s chest. Goldstein Junior stayed beside him until he drifted asleep, her fingers brushing through his hair. She added what she could to the notes, and only once she was sure he was resting did she stand.

“Director-“ She held out the notes.

Percival took it from her and smiled.
“Thank you.” He flicked through the pages, seeing what she had said. The focus was on the creatures, twisting from one creature to another, memories from childhood tied to more recent flashes. “An information about what happened to him?”
“He can only look at those memories for now. He’s hurting a lot.” She sighed. “He’s being so brave.”

Percival nodded.
“Do you think you could do more with him?”
“Yes. But not right now. He needs to rest.” Goldstein Junior said, and for a moment Percival could see her sister’s fires shining through her eyes.
“He does. Don’t worry Goldstein, I won’t push him too hard.”
“You want a success with this case.” She pointed out.
“A success is keeping every one of their prisoners alive.” Percival argued. “I’d like to have a meeting with you and Goldstein later. Theseus Scamander too.”

“He should be there too.” Goldstein Junior insisted, glancing at the sleeping man. “I don’t want decisions being made for him.”
“I don’t want that either.” Percival sighed. “If we’re done here, I’d best go and talk to his brother and then I have to get on with my job. This is only one case-“ He smiled sadly. He wanted to prioritise helping Newt, but he couldn’t just abandon the rest of his work. Too many people were relying on him.

***

Percival stared down at his notes - reports from all the aurors who had been involved in the raid on the warehouse. It was his job to look through, to spot any inconsistencies or potential leads which he could flag up before passing them along to the administrative section.

Reading how Newt was found didn't get easier, no matter how many sets of notes he looked at. He had become an auror to help people, and he had been promoted up the ranks because he was good at it. For Newt, it hadn't been enough, and he couldn't help wondering how long he had been in the US. He scribbled down a reminder to speak to Theseus about Newt's apparent fear of dugbogs, before turning to another case - a suspected puffskein breeder on the West Coast who apparently had a sideline in phoenix and fwooper chicks.

He organised a few aurors in the vicinity to investigate further, before pausing as he looked back at the notes Goldstein Junior had left. He added another few sentences at the end of the letter.
"If any creatures are found that are not to be considered dangerous, I want them transferred to the main office. This is particularly true of any graphorn, bowtruckles or nifflers. We have found someone who apparently is quite good at treating creatures, which in turn might mean we no longer need to kill them to use them as evidence." Note complete he got on with the rest of his work.

A few hours later, he was writing a letter for MACUSA as a whole.
"If anyone finds a magical creature that is in need of containment, treatment or removal, contact the Director of Magical Security." That done he got on with his job, and didn't let his mind drift over to Newt until considerably later in the evening.

***

He headed to the room that was set aside for meetings with families - smaller than the main room, an intimate space used for interviewing witnesses and victims of magical crimes. Goldsteins (both auror and junior) were sitting side by side on a soft red couch, and on the floor in front of them was Newt, Spot leaning her head on his shoulder.

Theseus Scamander was sat on the other chair, leaning in towards them; his face a mask of concentration. Whatever else was going on in the room, no one could mistake that Theseus's priority was his brother.

"Hello." Percival greeted the four of them. "Thank you for coming. Now, I believe we are all up to date with the latest news: Ms Goldstein did a wonderful job of unlocking some of your memories Newt..."
Newt didn't respond. Percival hadn't expected him to.
"But there is still a lot more work to be done." Percival continued. "I don't believe you like being in the medical wing?"
Newt shook his head.

"And you like the Goldsteins?" He asked, pointing out towards the sisters. Newt twisted to look at them for a moment before nodding.
"I think that perhaps he should stay with you for a little while." He told the two sisters. "If that's alright. The department is more than willing to pay for any expense incurred-"
"He's my brother." Theseus pointed out, and Percival nodded.

"He is. But I think Ms. Goldstein can help. "
"You can visit him every day. More than that if you want to sir?" Goldstein Junior stepped in, and the atmosphere relaxed a little, some of the tension dripping away and leaving the five of them sitting quietly.

"I do hope to interview him soon." Percival admitted. "But not until he has recovered..." He paused and then turned to Newt. "I've asked for injured creatures to be brought here. You probably won't get any you know, but I thought if you wanted to you could help care for them?"
Newt nodded enthusiastically.

"You can go with the sisters once you've persuaded the healers that you can be released without putting yourself in further danger." Percival explained, and Newt had the decency to look a little ashamed.
"Theseus told me so much about you when we were younger." Percival admitted, smiling a little. "About how much you smiled. And we're going to support you to get back-"

Newt nodded, pulling his book out from where he had placed it behind him, and bringing out a pen as well. He started to doodle - the niffler and bowtruckles first, then a large lumbering beast with tendrils, then another one that looked like some kind of bird. He was frowning in concentration as he did it, and eventually he put the book down, writing "Saved above it.

The meeting continued.

Newt suddenly cried out, reaching for the book and flicking through the book until he found a blank page. He started scribbling on the paper, round and round in circles, a dark stain on the page. Queenie raced back to him, reaching for his hand and squeezing gently.
“Newt, Newt, it’s okay, let me see…” She gasped, and Percival walked over towards him, watching as Newt continued scribbling before writing two words beneath.
Save him He held it up towards Percival, his hands shaking.

“What?”
“There’s…” Queenie froze and swallowed slightly. “I think… I think that they’ve got an obscurial.”