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ROUND 1
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Fill: The Purloined Pouch (3/6)
(Anonymous) 2016-12-03 11:06 am (UTC)(link)Raffles the Niffler is unhealthily fond of strawberry ice cream. She knows this because her Newt has told her so repeatedly in the last five minutes alone.
He isn't mad, though. He's too proud and happy to be mad. The old coot with the shiny eye-shields and brighly colours robes and long, long, red beard has been gone for some hours now - having left after Newt decided to order them both a third celebratory ice cream - and the night is beginning to close in on the Hogs Made village.
The old coot, Dumbledore, had joined them for the first ice cream to celebrate how Newt had passed all of his exams with flying colours - exams which someone named Dip-it had "graciously" allowed him to take despite his expulsion due to "new information coming to light" but which this Dip-it had fully been expecting him to fail. Possibly even hoping he would fail.
In the distance, Raffles could see dim points of light as a group of cloaked figures made their way, ducking and sneaking, into the rickety old shack out on the edge of the town. Raffles knew from experience that the old grouchy human who lived there had nearly nothing worthy of her den, but as the straberry ice cream cone began to slide out of her paws (though Newt was still holding it up) she could distantly see that the tarp over the box they were carrying had slid and something delightfully shiny was just visible beneath it.
Newt made a tutting sound and began to mop up her face with a handkerchief, but Raffles' eyes remained fixed on the old shack. That shiny was like no shiny she had ever seen before. She had to have it.
That night, Raffles pushed her way out of Newt's shiny new leather suitcase - which was so very pretty but would have been difficult to put in her den because her den was inside it's special compartment, just outside Newt's "workshop".
Raffles paused to pull Newt's covers up, as he had always done for her, and carefully pushed her way out the window and into the night. It felt like it took forever to get down the side of the building and she nearly lost her way twice on her journey to the hideous dull old shack.
There were lights inside and Raffles cautiously peered through a crack in the wooden walls to see what was going on inside. Grouchy-owner-man was pacing by the fire, a pile of cloaks sat on a table nearby, and three men with wands and shiny sharp sticks - knives - were toasting themselves with shiny hip-drinking alcohol (Newt had been absolutely horrified the first time she'd taken one of those home). There was a dull cage in the corner near Raffles' peephole, but there was nothing in it. Just as Raffles was about to turn away, a silvery figure appeared in the cage, looking mournfully at her. It pointed its clawed ...hand... at the pile of cloakes and something shiny dangling out of one.
Raffles gulped. Newt would have been fascinated to know that nifflers could gulp. After some consideration, Raffles squeeze carefully through the space beneath the lowest board of the wall and the ground, then scurried behind the various old chairs until she reached the pile of cloaks.
She crawled onto a chair to gain the necessary reach, only to duck out of sight when a confused man turned to scan the room with a twitchy, nervous attitude. Once he turned back to his companions, muttering about nerves and aurors, Raffles stretched and jerked the little key from the cloak. The cloaks wobbled slightly as she pulled away and scurried down the chair.
The niffler darted around the furniture to reach the cage, hiding in the shadows as best she could. Across the room the cloaks began to slide - there was no stopping them. The most alert - or twitchy - human began to turn around as the rustling noise began.
Raffles jammed the key (nothing special) into the cage's lock and the amazingly shiny creature reappeared. The first cloak hit the floor. The wizards spun around. Raffles grabbed the creature and shove it face first into her pouch. A wizard cried out. Raffles shoved herself into the hole by the floor.
"What is that?" a voice cried behind her.
Raffles wiggled free of the old shack and broke into a run. Shadows were friends to a desperate niffler, as was the impossibility of using locator charms to detect what a niffler had in their pouch, though she didn't know it.
It seemed to take no time at all for her to get back into the building Newt was sleeping in and into his room. She scratched at his face until he woke up. He stared at her in confusion, then at the silvery hairs poking out of her pouch. Her human, her sweet daft human, rushed to the window to see cloaked men in the distance, following her footprints. He pushed her into his case, muttered something about being glad he'd paid for his room already, and fled through the fire (even in the case Raffles could tell when they travelled by fire) back to his family's home.
After a long time and much clattering, he opened the case - reavealing to her his, or really: their, normal bedroom - and put her on the bed. "What have you done this time?" he asked, in incredulous exasperation.
Carefully, Raffles pulled the scared shiny creature out of her pouch and offered it to her human.
Newt blinked. "A demiguise?" he asked. Then he took a closer look at the little creature and the wounds it carried (Raffles worried for a moment that it might have bled inside her pouch).
Finally, the human held the demiguise close and smiled at the niffler. "I'm proud of you," he said.
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A/N: I will finish this tomorrow. But right now it's midnight and I keep slipping from present tense into past. :/ ~Theta
Fill: The Purloined Pouch (4/6)
(Anonymous) 2016-12-04 02:33 am (UTC)(link)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 (5/6)
(Anonymous) 2016-12-04 02:58 am (UTC)(link)Raffles had thought that time was of the essence in grabbing the great glass candle holder. She'd been wrong. The menagerie was being kept locked in the suitcase by the man who'd taken them from their Newt, but the Don't-Touch-That - the black cloud in the shiny bubble that Newt was always very carful with - was being kept in a decorative wooden box across the room, in the bookshelf. Worse, the bad man could return at any moment and they still had to save their human.
The leather case seemed to squeeze down on the niffler as she forced her way out of it - it never normally did that. That meant something was very wrong. The niffler made a pained noise as she finally slid free. She waddled decisively over the desk, uncaring how many of the bad man's papers she ruined.
Down, by the chair, across - going clitter-clatter on the floor with her nails - and up with great effort (her leg was still hurting from the incident on the boat and the way Newt had grabbed her in the bank. (Newt had obviously been lying about Newt York to keep her out of trouble. It was - excluding the bad man - a wonderful place full of shinys. That was why it was called Newt York.)
Raffles nuzzled the box open with her bill and went to grasp the tail end of the bubble which had dark-swirly inside. But then a small shiny item caught her eye. She let go of the bubble, ignoring it as it began to float toward the ceiling, and grabbed the shiny cigarette case. She eagerly shoved it into her pouch.
"Alohamora," a voice whispered on the other side of the door.
The niffler froze. The doorknob giggled. Time was up.
In an act of extreme bravery for which her human should definitely allow her to keep the chandelier, Raffles lept from the bookshelf, caught the end of the bubble in her bill and hit the desk with a thump.
A second voice came from outside the door.
Wide-eyed, the niffler shoved her way back into the case, dragging the obscure-bubble with her. Mere moments after they were in, someone picked up the case.
Fill: The Purloined Pouch (6/6)
(Anonymous) 2016-12-04 03:24 am (UTC)(link)Far away from the fortress of Nuremberg, Grindelwald and most of his followers clash in battle with Albus Dumbledore, volunteer fighters, and heroic law enforcement like Theseus Scamander.
Directly across from the fortress of Nuremberg, Newt Scamander hides behind some bushes and gives the last reminders and suggestions for each being and beast's specific job.
Grindelwald has only left a skeleton force in the fortress, but that's all he needed to leave. All they have to do is trigger the self-destruct curse and flee if he is captured, and guard against assaults - and who would assault them when the war is happening elsewhere?
Newt would. Newt, his regular menagerie, and the survivors of a smuggling ring he'd helped to take down a few weeks prior. ...And, of course, a few humans, but in Raffles' opinion the rescued nifflers and bowtruckles - led by herself - had the far more important job.
There were seventeen prisoners trapped inside the fortress - including Tina Scamander. The last of the creatures slid into the case.
"Show time," Newt muttered. He pulled the hood of his robe up and made for the front door with several apparent "prisoners . Fifty teams of nifflers and bowtruckles - lead by Raffles and Pickett - were poised, ready to be released with the humans in the case jsut as soon as Newt was in.
There was a long silence. The sound of a door opening. Newt's footsteps as he walked purposefully - as if he knew where he was going - and, just as soon as he was out of sight, he opened the case.
The hue and cry went up from somewhere behind them as they realised Newt was not one of them. They would be looking for a man in a blue robe with a bronw suitcase. Every human who lept out of the case was dressed in a blue robe and carried a brown suitcase.
The soldiers of Nuremberg gave fruitless chase, unable to keep telling the dozen identically dressed individuals apart, while Raffles and Pickett - and their kin - dashed unnoticed from cell to cell. Once they had a prisoner free they took a portkey collar and vanished. The rest of the pairs were gathering wands and other items.
There was yelling and confusion - and fire! - but by the time Dumbledore's forces arrived to storm Nuremberg, Newt and the niffler had already stolen everything worth taking.
Later in life Tina Scamander would dub it "The Niffler Job".
Re: Fill: The Purloined Pouch (6/6)
(Anonymous) 2016-12-07 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)Every human who lept out of the case was dressed in a blue robe and carried a brown suitcase. - HAH! this is great!
so freaking cute & fun, i completely loved this!
Re: Fill: The Purloined Pouch (6/6)
(Anonymous) 2016-12-08 12:57 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: The Purloined Pouch (6/6)
(Anonymous) 2016-12-08 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)I nearly died lauhing when I imagined the niffler jumping to steal the chandelier. My mind added a dramatic soundtrack for the scene. I actually pictured it in slow motion.
This fill also has me thinking a lot about Leta and Raffles. Were they stealing things together? I keep thinking about it. Would you allow me to write a fic based on that? I'd link back here and credit you for the inspiration (it would be a fic about your fic? Something like extra scenes, I guess, but for Leta and Raffles).
Anyway, I loved this a lot and just wanted you to know. Thanks for writing it!
Re: Fill: The Purloined Pouch (6/6)
(Anonymous) 2016-12-13 11:00 am (UTC)(link)Originally I'd imagined it as Leta hiding what Raffles had stolen from Newt (who'd have wanted to give it back) in exchange for a cut of the loot. But I'd LOVE to see a side-fill about the two of them stealing things together. :D
Re: Fill: The Purloined Pouch (6/6)
(Anonymous) 2016-12-18 10:16 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: The Purloined Pouch (5/6)
(Anonymous) 2016-12-07 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: The Purloined Pouch (4/6)
(Anonymous) 2016-12-07 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)The candles within it are not shining. - wait, what??? jesus christ, i thought she was just going to look thorugh the shiny room for possible loot, not steal THE FREAKING CHANDELIER!!!! holy shit raffles oh my god
The niffler opens her pouch as wide as possible and leaps. - what a beautiful cinematic image, i can see it in slow motion
god i love this
Re: Fill: The Purloined Pouch (3/6)
(Anonymous) 2016-12-07 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)