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Yeah, that.

What do I gotta know about phoenix...es? [What's the plural of phoenix, damn.]

In what context? From your world?

Uh, no? In the context of, are they dangerous?

The ones in my own world aren't aggressive, no. Though neither are they easily tamed.

But if they are? If they're tamed, if someone had one from when it was a little baby whatever, then what?

[Newt hesitates.]

In that rare case, they're extremely loyal and devoted companions. Again, in my world.

What is this regarding?

Credence. My inmate. After that whole deal in the subway, he did a bunch of stuff, and went and got himself a phoenix, only he didn't know it was a phoenix, he just thought it was a chick? I mean, I find a baby chicken on the street, I ain't taking care of it, but he did, and it turned out it was a phoenix.

Your world is pretty weird, Newt, I tell you that?

Anyway, he wants it back. He got kinda attached to the thing, but I ain't asking the Admiral if it's gonna go berserk on us.

He- he found a phoenix? He's sure?

[It sounds far-fetched to Newt, as well.]

Sure, yeah. Burst into flames and whatnot. I take it that means it's not... normal? Common?

Nothing about Credence is common.

[He hesitates, and when he speaks again, his voice is even softer than usual, his brow furrowed.]

I'm... worried. I try not to, but I am. About what happened last time he went to our world.

[He toggles the switch and sets the conversation to private, rubbing a hand over his mouth.]

What d'you mean, he went to your world before? I mean- after coming here?

When I first came here, he'd arrived... not long after I saw him last, in our world. And not long before I decided to come here, either.

But he vanished recently. And since he's come back - time has passed for him, back home. He's from a future I haven't been to yet.

[And he survived, which should fill Newt with joy, but the little Credence has said to him of that future makes his gut feel sour and twisted, instead.]

No, I know that, I got his file and everything. I thought you meant-

[Never mind. He rolls his shoulders, tries to relax.]

I'm not gonna say you shouldn't be worried. He's still a fucking inmate in this place, his life hasn't been too great.

It's not that.

It's Grindelwald.

Of course it is. Of course it's Grindelwald. But this is about a, a-- a bird. Right?

[The file hadn't stated anything about Grindelwald outside of the context of Credence himself, and he gets that he's bad news, he gets that he's dangerous, but he doesn't know how dangerous he is for everyone else.]

A phoenix from my world is no threat. If it is a phoenix, and bonded to him.

[But.]

Gindelwald is the man who told Credence - perhaps the most powerful Obscurial in recorded history, something I know the man sees as a weapon - what he most wanted to know. The family he was born into. It just so happens that family contains the one wizard Grindelwald is known to fear. The only wizard who might be able to stop his campaign of violence and supremacy.

[He doesn't know what to believe, except that everything out of Grindelwald's mouth, if not abjectly false, is twisted to entrap and manipulate.]

You think it ain't just a phoenix?

Fuck- can we have this conversation somewhere, you know, somewhere we're not talking over these things?

I don't know. This is the first I've heard of it. And I don't- don't know what happened to him, after he came back.

And he... he doesn't want to talk to me.

[More than a little pained. He can't stand being helpless. Again.]

My cabin is quiet.

Great. Great. I'll be there in a sec.

[He is, too: just a minute later he's there, looking worried and anxious and a little in over his head. But he's gonna see what Newt has to say about this.]

Newt opens the door promptly, looking about as mussed as usual, bowtie crooked and half undone.

"Ah- come in." He opens the door wider, ushering Ray into a quaint '20s New York apartment that looks barely used and decidedly feminine.

It... shows. He blinks a little as he steps in, hands deep in the pockets of his leather jacket. There's a lot of things that make him feel like this isn't really Newt's apartment, but what the hell does he know about 1920's magizoologists?

"Thanks, man," he mutters, a little unsure of what to do now that he's here.

"You can, ah, sit?" Newt gestures at one of the armchairs. "And I'll try to explain what I can."

If this is the way he has to help Credence now... he knows it might make him even less popular with the boy, but it's better than doing nothing.

"I'm not here to fuck him over," he says, perhaps a little apropros. He does sit, and looks over at Newt.

"I like him, he's a good kid, and if havin' that bird here makes him happy, what the fuck do I care? There's just-- I don't know from magic or magic animals or nothing."

He's so fucking out of his depth that he isn't even thinking about the fact that admitting all of this might be somehow embarrassing.

Newt isn't going to judge the man for being a Muggle. He can't help it.

"I'll gladly be on call for assistance if the bird in question is different than it seems." It's the least he can do. "But as I said, a Phoenix isn't a danger. It's- it's what's around the whole situation."

He sits, stiffly in the opposite chair, a green leafy creature scrambling from under his collar to duck under his lapel.

He blinks, unsure if he actually saw that or if he's just tired. He does fish a pair of clunky glasses out of his jacket pocket and puts them on.

"I can't tell you everything. I want him to trust me, so I can't-- you know. But if you tell me what you wanna tell me, maybe I'll know more."

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