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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗:
𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝙿𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝
𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 

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Corin had only really tuned back in when the cell's door had finally closed, and she went over to one of the corners—Newt having the same idea just at the opposite end while Jacob took the bench.

Leaving Tina the other corner closest to the muggle-born.

The room soon filled with the soft cries of Corin once again, and either man ached—She had already felt anxiety having been trapped in one spot to an actual cell, barely meant for one person let alone four.

"I am so sorry...I am so sorry about your creatures, Mr.Scamander. I truly am." Newt remained silent, it was traumatic enough hearing Corin's crying and partially breaking on her friend being in danger.

But he also knew that she was building a relationship with his creatures, and yet here they were. Separated and in prep of going into trial. And while it was quiet for minutes on end, Tina had the limit of her guilt as she came over to kneel down before the young witch.

"Corin...Hun, I'm sorry that—"

"Don't bloody touch me!" She said, slashing her arm from Tina's touch and crawling away, and the only side that was safe from her presence was Newt's. And while he wasn't offended that she hadn't come entirely to his side, he did offer his hand and she took it.

"I didn't say goodbye..." She mumbled, and Newt's own eyes burned at the realization of what she was talking about. So he tugged her hand, gently, and pulled her into his side, just under his blue trench coat as she found comfort there in his embrace.

"Goodbye to who...?" Tina asked the room, but Newt's main focus had turned to Corin and her regulating breaths. He was elated that his presence was calming for someone, but in reality, the witch would read his book in times of anxiety.

And it translated over well, his book couldn't be a physical helping hand. But this situation was much more dire than an almost non-passing grade in a few DADA exams.

"She has a companion in the case too..." Jacob whispered, and Tina realized that it wasn't just Newt she screwed over. It was Corin and Jacob as well.

"Can someone please tell me what this Obscurial—Obscurius thing is? Please?" Jacob asked, and the room went still again. But Corin simply closed her eyes, trying to pretend she was anywhere else.

And Newt's presence gave her that.

"There hasn't been on for centuries—"

"I met one in Sudan three months ago. There used to be more of them but they still exist. Before wizards went underground, when we were still being hunted by Muggles, young wizards and witches sometimes tried to suppress their magic to avoid persecution. Instead of learning to harness or to control their powers, they developed what was called an Obscurus." She tried to hold back her sniffle, but her heartache rose tenfold as she hadn't been prepared for that.

Nor did she know what to do.

"It's an unstable, uncontrollable Dark force that busts out and—and attacks...and then vanishes...Obscurials can't survive long, can they?" It was a reasonable question, and so Corin shook her head.

"There's no documented case of any Obscruial surviving past the age of ten. The one I met in Africa was eight when she—she was eight when she died." It earned him a gulp from Corin, the mere thought of a young girl unable to use her magic freely didn't sit right with her.

Nor should it.

Her time was similar in terms of judging muggle-borns so it wasn't strange that muggles would try and ostracize people that are different.

"What are you telling me here—that Senator Shaw was killed by a—by a kid?" The cell's silence answered the question, and while Corin didn't know it was a Senator that was killed, it explained why everyone in the meeting hall was acting like it was the end of the world.

A muggle senator was important, a part of the government. Or that's what Corin assumed at the very least, and however the Obscruial acted, it must've been a public outbreak.

The room continued to settle with the uncomfortable silence, but Newt was just thankful that he was able to make Corin feel at least a little better. Though she was simply reduced to quiet tears not to seem so weak.

She felt so weak and tired that she was thoroughly regretting the walk in the woods, that perhaps jumping through time was just one big joke. That she shouldn't have agreed in going to this direct from Dumbledore.

The incoming footsteps caused the three magic castors backs to straighten, but the only person the newcomer was interested in...Was Corin.

"Ms.Rosewood, please come with me." Her eyes blinked in pure confusion, but she started to rise to her feet—Only to be stopped halfway as Newt took the initiative to jump as well.

"Corin has done nothing wrong, I met her on the boat ride here—She has nothing to do with—" "Newton." She hissed, and it instantly silenced him. Anything he said would just be recorded for later, so she allowed the fellow to handcuff her yet again.

Escorting her away from the group and relocking the cell entirely. Newt had watched in full utter despair, guilt wracking each and every part of his body now that he watched first handed what his careless actions had caused.

He could've fixed the suitcase before arriving in America.

In a fit of punishment, he pushed his head further into the silver bars and huffed in anger. His back sliding down the cell wall and returning to his previous position with his knees propped up and his elbows at an angle.

"She's innocent..." He whispered, and out of everyone in the room—She was just beside Jacob in terms of being involved. They were his creatures, his responsibility.

But as Corin was brought to a room, she realized that perhaps now she could finally make some leeway in figuring out who Grindlewal was impersonating—Granted she didn't see the small fellow that was chiding Tina just yesterday afternoon.

The guard had allowed her the movement of her wrists, and she close to instantly rubbed the area the strap had dug into. She was directed to sit down at the metal chair and left alone.

She leaned back into the chair further and closed her eyes, trying to find the same tranquility when she was curled up into Newt's side.

"Get the bloody hell out of my way!" The muffled voice pulled her out of her trans as she turned to the metal door just to her right. Who in the world was that—?

Her question was about to be answered just as another wizard had entered in and glared to whomever was behind him. Thus leaving her in the presence of a stranger, and one who looked thoroughly pissed.

"Love...I told you—I told you you couldn't come, and now you've partnered up with that outcast Scamander to accomplish what?!" Corin stared in pure awe to the stranger, gulping as she felt like her father was disciplining her.

"I uh...I really hadn't—" 

"Thought it through, you never do. The chargers are—Merlin." He looked stressed, and Corin almost felt sorry for him. But she hadn't a clue as to what he was getting so worked up. Or not until he bent down to his knee and placed a hand to her stomach.

"This isn't good for the babe...I'm sorry." Corin licked her lips and took the fellow's hand from her stomach and pushed it away. "I'm sorry sir, I think you have the wrong idea...I'm not—" She didn't know how to put it into words.

Corin was not pregnant, nor was she married.

Fear wrapped over him as he put a hand to her forehead and he sighed. "It must've been one of Scamander's beasts." He grumpled, turning back to the doorway and ordering whoever was there for a healer.

"Don't worry Cory, we'll get it sorted. Could you tell me what's the last thing you remember?" She felt the tenderness of his voice when he called her that, and so she frowned.

"What's your name?"

"I'm sorry love, Ezra Rosewood...But for now I'll act as a legal advisor. What in Merlin's name were you up to in New York?" Her lips parted, a chill raced through her body as the answer came crashing down.

But she hadn't been more relieved in her life.

"Can they hear what's said in this room?" She whispered and Ezra shook his head, confirming that it was indeed private. And close to instantly she threw her arms over his shoulders and hugged him ever so tightly.

She hadn't thought about her grandparents, as she wasn't meant to intertwine herself with the past with blood relatives. But Corin couldn't possibly put this as a fault, she loved her Grandfather dearly.

"I'm sure there isn't much time, I'm not Corin...Or not your wife Corin. I am Corin Rosewood, but I'm from the future. I was born in 1965, you're my grandfather." As desperate as she was, she realized that what she was spewing was complete and utter nonsense.

And it caused Ezra to rise up from his feet, leaving Corin to retract her arms back to her lap.

"Time travel? Oh goodness dear, how angry were you with me to travel and lose all sense?"

"I swear to you on Roweana's lost Diadem that I am not your wife Corin...Look." She was thankful that the Auror's had only confiscated her wand, and instead she pulled out the small workbook and snagged the photograph she had paper clipped to the very first pages.

"I'm a Ravenclaw like you...I would spend summers with you and Grams—You were hoping that I'd get interested in the practice of law but...But I fell in love with potions and creatures instead." Ezra had half the mind to listen to the witch's words, and instead held the colored picture in his hands.

The picture held five figures, the two wizards were at the ends while the two elder witches were in the center. Which left a child to stand in the center, it was one of her favorites—Everyone was dressed to high-end clothes and Corin recalled how much she loved the dress.

"I...I have grams' broach...I'm just named after your wife...I'm not her." She whispered, and when she unpined it from her potion's belt, Ezra had let out a faulty breath.

"Merlin...If what you're saying is true—"

"I've told you too much about the future, you need to get me out of here. Me and the others, it's dangerous and we need to—"

"If it's dangerous and you say you're my granddaughter, I cannot let you straight back into harms way." She was thankful that easy to convince, but now she had to convince him otherwise.

"Grams always taught me that everything happens for a reason, and if I fell through a gap there must be a reason...Please, please. I only know so much that happens in the timeline of history, what's about to happen isn't over." Ezra gritted his teeth, his eyes looking to the door and he leaned out once again. Canceling the request of a healer and instead ordering a cup of tea.

"What the hell is it that's happening out there in the city?"

"It's an Obscurial, none of Scamander's creatures are that dangerous. Nor would they seek out a muggle senator, it makes no sense. He's a zoologist, he's not acting with means of terrorism." She couldn't tell if he looked more stressed at the idea that his wife was arrested or that his granddaughter was arrested.

When the tray of a kettle and cups for them to make up their own drink, Corin found herself making her grandfather a cup—And when he mindlessly took a sip after reading through the arrest report, he paused.

"Two spoon of sugar and a splash of milk, right?" He nodded, though it was still a little mind-bending to know that the witch across from him, hardly ten years younger than him...Was his granddaughter.

"Alright, I'm going to run this by a friend of mine. Not to worry darling, we'll get this sorted. You and—What is Mr.Scamander to you anyhow?"

"He's a friend I met on my travels." She answered honestly, it was just a simple failure to admit that he was her idol.

Ezra had explained that he would be gone for a quick moment to go and get a second opinion from his partner. Leaving her to her thoughts and the full kettle of tea.

However the onset of Aurors was quick to pass that Corin's Lawyer had been absent and escorted to her another room. She hadn't thought much of it until she caught sight of Newt sitting at a similar metal desk with that Graves fellow leading the interrogation.

Yet Corin was held just beside Tina, leaving her with more questions than answers.

"You're an interesting man, Mr.Scamander." Graves started, and he didn't hesitate to shush Tina's attempt at pleading her case. He hardly had to hold his finger before his lips for long as she submitted quite easily.

Corin categorised it as patronizing, a wizard holding just the right amount of authority in the room that it was going straight to his head.

Could he perhaps be—

"You were thrown out of Hogwarts for endangering human life—"

"That was an accident!" Newt said in a quick plea, but in all honesty, he didn't want Corin to know.

He didn't want to see the sheer set of disappointment on her face for the careless actions that he more or less allowed. Perhaps she would understand the truth, especially where others were quick to point fingers in all different directions.

"—With a beast. Yet one of your teachers argued strongly against your expulsion. Now, what makes Albus Dumbledore so fond of you?" Corin's lips parted, oh sweet mother merlin, it makes so much sense!

"I really couldn't say," Scamander explained in the vaguest of senses, but Corin could only hear the pain in his voice. And she so badly wanted to tell him it was alright, but the feeling in her gut told her that something was wrong.

Her grandfather was meant to come back.

"So setting a pack of dangerous creatures loose here was just another accident, is that right?" Graves said, trying to dig deeper to the truth. But he was at the wrong approach entirely.

"Why would I do it deliberately?" 

"To expose wizarding kind. To provoke war between the magical and non-magical worlds." Corin bit her lip to remain quiet, anything she said could be held against them.

And the table was already not in their favor.

"I'm not one of Grindelwald's fanatics, Mr.Graves," Newt said with the utmost conviction that he firmly put a stance on the matter, while Corin had never been more eager to get a word in in her life.

"I wonder what you can tell me about this, Mr.Scamander?" Graves had moved his hand in a slow wave, summoning a ball of what could only resemble some alien time of ink that was alive and beating. The way it was pulsing and swirling around—Hissing even.

Corin stared at it in disbelief.

Graves reaches a hand towards the Obsecurus, it was clear he was fascinated by the inner essence of a magical being. But it was a sort of obsessional look, menacing almost.

While Corin was studying the likes of Grave and how the Obsecurus reacted to his curious touch, and at the sudden inch of his touch to its bubble, the Obscurus swirls faster, creating a bubbling effect within the protective barrier.

She was so immersed with her own theories that she hadn't caught Newt turning abruptly to look at Corin, he instinctively turned to her. Wanting to settle any fear that might've been explained to her out of the room.

"It's an Obscurus—But it's not what you think. I managed to separate it from the Sudanese girl as I tried to save her—I wanted to take it home, to study it—But it cannot survive outside that box, it could not hurt anyone Corin." She knew he was telling the truth, history backed up his story.

But she didn't need history to believe what he was defending himself with.

"I know." Corin mouthed, not trusting her voice not to crack under pressure.

"So it's useless without the host?" Graves mumbled behind his hand, but it was commented question that was almost not meant to be spoken out loud.

And Newt wasn't the only one to catch it.

"'Useless?' 'Useless?' That is a parasitical magical force that killed a child. What on earth would you use it for?" Corin shivered at how angry Newt had sounded, she could almost feel his blood boiling in his as he stared at Graves.

Tina was reacting much the same, the three arrestees all held expressions of concern and suspicion.

Graves quickly realized his mistake as he stood up, completely brushing off the question Newt had asked in an attempt to turn the blame back on to Newt.

"You fool nobody, Mr.Scamander. You brought this Obscurus into the city of New York in the hope of causing mass disruption—Breaking the statue of secrecy and revealing the magical world—"

"You know that can't hurt anyone, you know that!" Newt pleaded his case once more. However Graves didn't miss a beat.

"—You are therefore guilty of a treasonous betrayal of your fellow wizards and are sentenced to death. Miss. Rosewood and Miss Goldstein, who has aided and abetted you—"

"No! They've done nothing of the kind!"

"—They receive the same sentence." Graves finalized, and Cory could've sworn her heart would've come up at how sick she felt. As the Auror's that held both her and Tina in place had started to enact the order, Corin thrashing his hand.

"I want my lawyer!" 

"Your cousin won't being helping you, the evidence is clear—" Corin couldn't hold herself back, she spat in the face of her theory number one of who Grindelwald is acting as.

The other fellow was too low in the system, Gillert would strive for higher.

"You put words in Mr.Scamander's mouth, pointing the blame at the first instance of a scapegoat won't solve the problem! Watch!" The wizard behind Corin held her firmly, especially as she pulled-yanked and slashed to get towards Graves.

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Date: 09-04-2020

Time: 9:26

Words: 3020