Newt Scamander's Lovely Abode

Crynn POV

"Ehm... It's certainly no Scamander Manor but it's home for me," Newt shuffled awkwardly as we arrived in the front door of his very lovely abode, spacious for just one wizard to live in, I'd say it's nice. What's not nice is the apparition going here, my stomach's still churning, my lungs felt shrunk and my head, I see glimpses of stars.

"It's a great house," Aria beat me to the compliment, got to move faster next time. Newt laughed in gratitude, leading us inside his house unfortunately plagued by dust collecting everywhere for over three months. But, with a flick of Newt's wand, all the dust went somewhere, I don't where, but teh main thing is, it's gone, clean.

"Why don't you seat yourselves down-" Newt stopped speaking when we are all hailed by a floating black glove. The black glove waved its fingers and pointed up. This is different, Dumbledore was supposed to do this in some random alley and point to some random high building but apparently, story's changed.

"I see you have business, we'll wait," Newt fidgeted and said his apologies before going up the stairs, the glove resting on his shoulders. "Ok, time for us to talk," I pulled a dinner chair for Aria and for myself before fully planting down in a sigh. "Adolf Hitler, a halfblood wizard, ain't that just the most terrifying information you've ever heard of?" I sarcastically laughed.

"Yeah, to top it off, the president and the earl both decided to label Hitler as unworthy, that's funny," Aria showed her immense displeasure at this, the president and the earl is probably going to be the witch and wizard responsible of letting over more than 6 million jews and millions of others to die in World War Two.

"How do we approach this?" Aria asked a question that needed to be addressed. "We can't tell anyone. Changing an important course of history is never okay. We should let it slide as history wills it to. After all, we're here not to change history but to complete a mission," I explained and Aria reluctantly sighed and shook her head.

"Err... I hope you have not been waiting long?" Newt came out of the hallway, stumbling himself into the dining room. "Not at all," I said as I surveyed Newt Scamander looked... wary, heh. "I had an uninvited guest in my bedroom that has been taken care of," Not a lie but I know who that 'uninvited guest' is.

"Dumbledore is quite tricky, isn't he," I've also kind of explained Harry Potter to Aria before so I don't really have to worry about her acting like a muggle anymore. "I'm sorry? How do you know who?" I can't say I've watched a movie about you but I can say that I have a lot of excuses and this is only one of mine.

"Oh? Am I right? I was only guessing," I smirked in mirth upon seeing Newt blush in embarrassment. "Dumbledore is a man of riddles, at times, difficult to understand," I watched as Newt sat himself down on one of the chairs. "You're familiar with Professor Dumbledore?" I think only one person calls Dumbledore, Albus, huh. All the others simply call him Dumbledore or professor.

"Nope I'm not, just heard someone said it once upon a time," Newt doesn't at all look convinced, he looks like he'd been deceived but I haven't done anything of such sort. "Erm... sure, Skippy!" Newt spoke and a small creature suddenly appear out of nowhere, Skippy's a house elf, at least Newt isn't so extreme as Hermione Granger on SPEW (Society for the Promotion of Elvish Welfare).

"Oh young master! The family is worried! Skippy hasn't seen you in ages! Skippy so glad you're back!" the house elf, 'Skippy', ran up and knelt down in worship, hugging around Newt's left calf, no modesty. "Eh... Skippy, can you please get off, we have guests," Newt looked at apologetically looked at us, it's quite hilarious actually.

"Master have guests! What can Skippy do for master's guests," Skippy slowly got up from his so to speak, prostrating posture. I could only gaze straight at Newt for some help, I'm not going to talk to a house elf, not now, not ever. "Skippy, can you get us delicious dinner for three?" Newt tousled up his hair as he commanded the house elf.

"Made it!" And enter someone else to the room, how dramatic. What are the chances of stopping by in Newt's house for dinner for it to be this particular dinner taht should've been a dinner originally for two, Queenie Goldstein and Jacob Kowalski. Queenie Goldstein came in with her tidied short blonde hair alongside Jacob Kowalski, big but great looking.

"Ooh?! I hope I'm not disturbing?" Queenie Goldstein came to realize that there's two extra unknown people in this room which is obviously I and Aria but she doesn't know that. "Disturbing! Hah! Disturbing!" Jacob Kowalski laughed out loud as Newt and Aria looked at him weird, wonder why this is, Ah! I know why.

Yes, Jacob Kowalski should still be under some kind of a love spell which would be broken later. "Of course you're not disturbing. If anyone's disturbing, it should be us," I leveled my hand at Aria and myself to be clearer. "Oh! No, no, no, no one here is a disturbance. Skippy, delicious dinner for five please, now off you go," Newt rushed up to calm everyone which is already calm but it helps as the house elf disappeared away.

"Right, Queenie, Jacob, this is Crynn Avter and Ariane Veil. Crynn, Ms. Veil, this is Queenie Goldstein and Jacob Kowalski," now that we've properly been introduced, I stood up and stretched my hand for a shake as do Aria. "Ms. Goldstein, Mr. Kowlaski, pleasure to meet the both of you," Queenie Goldstein shook my hand but Jacob Kowalski hugged me tight, uhm... fine.

Then, she proceeded with Aria introducing herself as well, everything is going great so far.