Among the crowd, Newt walked down the gangplank of the ship he previously boarded.

"Next."

Newt was standing in line at customs. There were long rows of tables and American custom officials situated at each table. He walked up to the customs official with his case and waited patiently as the custom official examined his tattered British passport.

"British, huh?" he asked Newt.

"Yes."

"Is this your first trip to New York?"

"Yes."

"Is there anything edible in your suitcase?" he asked, gesturing to Newt's suitcase.

Newt placed a hand over his left breast pocket. "No," he answered.

"Livestock?"

Newt's suitcase lock flipped open on one side by accident. He looked down and hastily closed it. "I must get that fixed. Ah - no," he answered.

"Let me take a look," the customs official asked, suspicious of the British man.

Newt placed his case on the table between them. He discreetly flipped a dial to Muggleworthy. The customs official spun the case toward him and opened it to reveal a toothbrush, his Hufflepuff scarf, and other various items, but no beasts. Satisfied, the customs official closed the case.

"Well, welcome to New York."

Newt gave a subtle smile as he grabbed his passport and case. "Thank you."

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( In the suitcase )

"Niffler!"

It looked at Cora, then slowly removed its clawed hand back.

"Away," she slowly said, taking a step forward.

It didn't listen to her as she expected it to. The Niffler had always had an attitude and it was incredibly stubborn.

"Don't make me get my babies," she warned.

The Niffler's eyes widened, scared of her serpent-like babies. It quickly opened the latch and ran out.

"No!" Cora shouted, lunging forward to do her best to grab it last minute. She fell forward to the floor and smacked her forehead. She groaned and rubbed her forehead. "I understand that Newt wants to save creatures, but can he just get rid of that damn Niffler?"