Called It!

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Newt's POV

Queenie moved forward slowly, eyes fixed on the Occamy. As she did so, Queenie accidentally kicked a tiny glass ornament across the floor. It jingled as it rolled making the Occamy rear up, screeching.

I tried to calm my creature. "Whoa, whoa."

Jacob, Queenie, and Tina scrambled backwards to find cover. Jeanne stood her ground behind me. I felt her soft, black wings curl around me gently and protectively.

Suddenly, the Occamy swooped, pulling Jeanne and I onto its teal back. Shelves began getting knocked over left and right as the Occamy thrashed in the attic.

"Right, we need an insect, any kind of insect! And a teapot! Find a teapot!" I shouted. I gripped the Occamy tightly and Jeanne gripped my waist and the Occamy wriggled beneath us.

Tina army-crawled through the chaos, dodging falling items, trying to find what I had asked for. The wings of the Occamy crashed down on the floor, narrowly missing Jacob who was preoccupied with the Demiguise clinging to his back.

I found it harder and harder to hang onto the feathers of the Occamy as it became more stressed. The Occamy thrust it's wings upward, destroying the roof of the building.

Jacob turned. He followed the eyeline of the Demiguise to a cockroach on a crate. Jacob reached out to grab it but before he could, the body of the Occamy came crashing down, destroying his chance.

Tina was crawling across the floor with great determination, in hot pursuit of the cockroach.

Queenie screamed as she was knocked to the floor by the force of the Occamy. Jacob ran behind her and dove forward as she Queenie fell, catching her. He quickly scrambled after the cockroach once Queenie was safe on her feet.

"Teapot!" Tina yelled, clutching the small, porcelain object. The Occamy reared once more at the sound of her voice, causing Jacob, whom was holding the cockroach, and the Demiguise to be pinned against the wall.

Jacob and Tina were at opposite ends of the room, neither daring to move with the Occamy between them.

I peered out from behind the cluster of both Jeanne and the Occamy's feathers. "Roach in the teapot . . ." I said.

Jacob threw the roach. We watched intently as it soared in the air towards Tina and the teapot. The Occamy's body began to unravel, going for the roach.

Jeanne grabbed me by the arm and we jumped from its back, not daring to take our eyes off the bug.

Tina ran, teapot outstretched, catching the cockroach. The Occamy screeched, flying straight up into what was left of the rafters. Then suddenly it turned so it was coming straight down towards the teapot, gliding seamlessly inside.

 Then suddenly it turned so it was coming straight down towards the teapot, gliding seamlessly inside

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I leaped forward and jammed the lid on the teapot with a clink. We all breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Choranaptyxic," I said. "They also shrink to fill available space."

"Tell me the truth," Jeanne started. "was that everything out of the case?"

"That's everything, and that's the truth," I said, taking the teapot. "Wait! I haven't got Pickett!" Peeping came from within Jeanne's pocket.

"I've got him," she said softly. Jeanne reached out and Pickett slowly climbed out of her pocket.

I watched out of the corner of my eye as Jacob, Tina, and Queenie began walking down the stairs out of the attic, whispering to each other excitedly.

"Thank you so very much!" I said, taking Pickett and returning him to my coat pocket. I hugged Jeanne wings and all. She laughed, hugging back.

"Your wings are very soft," I mumbled into her shoulder, not daring to let go. "Jeanne?"

"Hmm?" she asked.

I pulled away, still holding her shoulders, and looked her in the eyes.
Suddenly my lips were on hers. I pulled away quickly realizing what I'd done.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have—" But I was cut off by Jeanne's soft lips on mine.

I melted into the kiss, my hands pulling her closer. I felt her smile on my lips and I couldn't help but smile as well.

"Called it!" laughed Jacob from the steps of the attic.

I pulled away from Jeanne, blushing.

Jeanne's cheeks were crimson but she was smiling that soft smile

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Jeanne's cheeks were crimson but she was smiling that soft smile. Queenie and Tina stood behind Jacob, grinning as well.

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