Dartmoor Shack

Crynn POV

There's a big day ahead of us! Put on your best smiles and cheer up! Cause trouble's going to come very quickly in a matter of hours to days. In the mean time, we were just exiting the London cab in front of Newt Scamander's house. "You know, you never bothered hiding those sabers of yours, isn't it illegal to carry them outside?" Aria made a sudden question that caught me off guard.

"I can just immediately vanish it if someone called out to me about it. Either way, we're in Fantastic Beasts and I'm betting on the fact that we're not gonna really be around ordinary people but more with the wizards and witches whom doesn't give a thing about the sabers. So, I'd say it's safe," careful consideration right there.

Right before I arrived to knock the door, it opened up to reveal Newt, dressed in a new long coat with the same color, also a new vest with yet the same ochre color, exactly the same but new buttoned up with shirt with a bow tie. Very original, very complete, very Newt Scamander, oh don't forget the blue and yellow striped scarf.

"Come in, please," Newt led us in, poked his head out the entrance to look around and popped back in, shut his door tight. "No good mornings?" I joked before entering the dining room where Jacob is fully seated, reading what looks like a new issue of wizarding newspaper, can't get a look on which newspaper agency though.

"Good morning," Newt answered curtly before sighing back down. "Last night, shortly after teh both of you left, the Ministry gave me an offer to assassinate Credence Barebone, you should know who he is," I'm very familiar with him, not on the personal side but on the informational side, I know not all, only some, but at least I've got more data than even Dumbledore or the Ministry has.

"Yes, why wouldn't I recognize the sole cause of New York's destruction, I also know who he actually is," time to put on my best Albus Dumbledore expression of just having puzzles written on my face, a giant maze with a few riddles even. "Lestrange?" Newt asked with both arms placed on the rest, very relaxed, no hurry.

"I can't reveal an important secret before fully capturing the secret, I'll fully disclose who he really is after he is proven to not or to be a Lestrange, we'll just have to see in Paris," the big tease made Newt grunt in annoyance and a short glare. "Err... Then we'll just have to take him before whoever the Ministry sent could kill him, which means we're on a tight schedule, we're leaving in a minute." Newt said and got up to check if everything's in place.

"So, how's life to a muggle in the Wizarding World," I interestingly questioned Jacob, I'm genuinely curious on the sociological side of things. "First time believing is difficult, but I do know that my eye couldn't possibly betray my brain. So far so smooth, only thing different is that the wizards is both more advanced yet more archaic than no-majs," looks like Jacob adapted easily.

"Anyway, Newt! Where are we going!" Jacob shouted past the room and Newt reappeared with his briefcase, all ready. "You'll see, come on!" I guess it's time to leave. "Erm... Jacob, you're going to have to grab my hand for this one," we're standing in front of a small fireplace, a floo fireplace. "You're a muggle and so can't use the floo but I can bring you through the floo, just don't release from my grip."

"For the two of you, shout, 'Dartmoor Shack', it's our floo destination," Newt told us, Dartmoor Shack, probably in Dartmoor National Park with the beautiful plains and beautiful cliffs overlooking the beautiful seas and oceans and also beautiful skies. Wait, what time of the season are we in, Autumn? Spring? Not summer, I know for sure, it isn't hot, it's breezy and a bit cold.

"How is this supposed to wor-" Jacob couldn't even finish as Newt had already shouted, 'Dartmoor Shack!' and threw up the floo powder, woosh! Green fire overtook them and they're gone. "Wanna go first?" Often times, people used to say ladies first, very sexist, discriminative and cowardly, but... I'm no gentleman ok, I'm a very hypocritical and I'm only inviting her to step in first.

"Sure, Dartmoor Shack!" And another woosh, she's gone, eaten away by bright green flames. And who's next but me of course! "Dartmoor Shack," you don't need to shout, just need very clear pronunciations, don't want say 'Diagonally' when going to 'Diagon Alley'. I'm here! Yay! In this tiny old very run down hut with basically no roof, not even a door to mention, just a ripped off section of the wall, this couldn't be said to be a shack, not even a hut.

"Err.... the shack isn't very accommodable, but... never mind, this way," Newt shook off trying to explain why the shack appeared so and why it's even called a shack, alas, onwards to Narnia or Paris. "You never said where we'll be going?" Jacob looked around Dartmoor National Park with no one, just grass, grass, grass, and grass, oh hills included, the sky doesn't count.

"You'll see but err... Jacob, that man Tina's been seeing..." Ah right, this conversation. "When she and Queenie sees us and the four of us reunited, it'd be just like New York again, don't worry about it," Jacob spoke with a very hopeful smile, but Newt isn't as hopeful as the rebellion, I can't stomach seeing Star Wars characters saying hope again and again and again, it's the hope that's never gonna be reached.

"He- He's an auror, Queenie said," Newt sort of asked and not asked, more like a statement given to Jacob. "Yeah he's an auror, so what? Don't worry about him," I at least agree with that, no auror's gonna be able to top Newt Scamander off his high position in Tina Goldstein's heart, at least that's what my opinion says.

"What do you think I should say to her... if I see her?"