It's Really You (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Chapter 19: Inside Newt's Case

Newt's P.O.V

Mr. Kowalski crushed down the steps of the case, colliding with various objects, instruments and bottles as he goes.

Suddenlly, he found himself inside a small wooden shed containing a camp bed, tropical gear and various tools that hung up on the walls. Wooden cupboards contained ropes, nets and collecting jars. A very old typewriter, a pile of manuscripts and a medieval bestiary sat on a desk. Potted plants lined one of the shelves. Rows of pills and tablets, syringes and vials from a medicine chest, and tacked up on the walls were notes, maps, drawings and a few moving photographs of extraordinary creatures. A dried carcass hung from a hook. Several sacks of feed were resting against the wall.

"Will you sit down." I said glancing at Mr. Kowalski.

He dropped onto a crate hand-labelled 'Mooncalf Pellets'.

"That's good." He said.

I moved forward to examine the bite on Mr. Kowalski's neck with one quick glance.

"Ah, that's definitely the Murtlap. You must be particularly susceptible. See, you're a Muggle. So our physiologies are subtly different." I explained.

I busyed myself at my work station, using plants and the contents of various bottles to create a poultice, which I rapidly applied to Mr. Kowalski's neck.

"Eww..."

"Now stay still. Now that should stop the sweating. And one of those should short the twitch." I said while handing him some pills.

Mr. Kowalski looked suspiciously at the pills in his hand. Finally, deciding he has nothing to lose, he shallowed them.

I removed my coat along with my waistcoat, undone my bow tie and lowered my braces. I picked up a meat cleaver and hacked chunks of meat off a large carcass, before tossing them into a bucket.

"Take that." I said handing Mr. Kowalski the bucket.

He looked disgusted. However, I did not notice, my attention now was focused on a spiny cocoon, which I slowly began to squeeze. As I did so, the cocoon emitted a luminous venom, which I collected into a glass vial.

"Come on..." I said to the cocoon.

"What you got there?" Mr. Kowalski asked.

"Well this, the locals call 'Swooping Evil', not the friendliest of names. It's quite an agile fellow."

As if to demonstrate, I flicked the cocoon, which unraveled, dangling elegantly from my finger.

"I've been studying him. And I am pretty sure his venom could be quite useful if properly diluted. Just to remove bad memories, you know."

Quite suddenly I threw the Swooping Evil towards Mr. Kowalski. The creature burst out of its cocoon, a bat-like, spikey and colourful creature, which howled in his face before I recalled it. Mr. Kowalski recoiled dramatically, but this was evidently my idea of a little joke...

"Probably shouldn't let him loose in here, though." I said smiling to myself.

Then I opened the door of my shed and walked through.

"Come on." I said.

Mr. Kowalski, now throughly startled, followed me out.

The perimeter of the leather case was dimly visible, but the place has swollen to the size of a small aircraft hangar. It contained what Muggles would call a safari park in miniature. Each of my creatures has its own perfect, magically realised, habitat.

I saw Mr. Kowalski step into this world, totally amazed.

I was standing in the nearest habitat, a slice of Arizona desert. This area contained Frank, a magnificent Thunderbird, a creature like a large albatross, his glorious wings shimmering with cloud- and sun-like patterns. One of his legs was raw and bloody, he had previously been chained. As Frank flapped his wings, his habitat filled with a torrential downpour, thunder and lightning. I used my wand to create a magical umbrella, shielding me from the rain.