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❝ WHAT A SMUG LITTLE
개새끼 ❞

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Note: the Korean words are brought to you by Google Translate or miscellaneous websites; as such, there may be inconsistencies in the English understanding and any help to make the translation more accurate would be appreciated. You can find the translations of the Korean words at the bottom of the chapter and in the comments on the line that the word/words are used.

"Do you see him?" Newt asked as they entered the busy, richly decorated interior.

"If I saw him I'd have told you by now," the brunette huffed as her eyes scanned the crowded space. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Where could the damn thing have gone?

"Excuse me." A bank employee approached them. "Can I help you, sir?" He resolutely ignored the Asian woman who was half-bent as she tried to peer between people's feet.

"No, I was just. . . just. . . waiting." He glanced over at the woman in the hopes she'd have good news, but she'd wandered several feet away with her eyes still on the ground. He quickly stepped away from the employee and went to find a seat on the nearby bench. Coincidentally, the short man who'd shoved past Lyra from before was also there, presumably waiting for something.

"Hi," the unknown man greeted him. "What brings you here?"

Distractedly, Newt answered, "same as you." He kept his gaze on Lyra whose search had not been interrupted by a bank worker.

"You're here to get a loan to open up a bakery?"

"Yes," he replied absent-mindedly as he twisted around in his seat in an effort to help the brunette.

"What are the odds of that? Well, may the best man win I guess." The other man stuck out his hand genially.

At the same moment, Lyra froze in the middle of the glossy, tiled floor as the sound of loose change spilled onto the ground. Newt's gaze immediately tracked to where hers had fallen. The naughty Niffler was currently pulling out several thousand dollars' worth of jewelry from an unsuspecting woman's purse. He stood quickly. "'Scuse me."

Indifferent to the surrounding people, the brunette launched herself through the forest of legs and towards the magical creature. Newt took a much more practical approach wove around the edge of the room.

Exclamations of irritation followed the Asian woman's wake as she chased after the Niffler who was now happily pulling a shiny belt buckle from a pointed shoe. Her distraction allowed the curly-haired man to approach the creature more subtly as a plan B in case she failed— which she most likely would, but Lyra always acted before she thought.

Unfortunately for her, the Niffler moved a lot faster than she did and it was now located on top of a man's (but not Newt's) briefcase. She groaned and changed paths, still crouched low to the ground.

The sound of clattering coins finally made her straighten and she swallowed back the shout of aha! that threatened to escape. Deciding to risk it all without much thought to the scene it would cause, Lyra launched herself forward and used the slippery tiles to slide on her stomach. Her outstretched hands reached for the little troublemaker as it happily filled its pouch with coins. Its attention turned to the nearby dog who was sporting a shimmering medal on its collar when her hands finally closed around its furry body. She let out a whoop of excitement: "I got you!"

Her loud noise startled the dog who barked in protest. That response caused her to startle as it rang in her ears and her grip on the Niffler loosened in surprise. It wasted no time in escaping her grasp to shoot itself up and over the teller's counter. Lyra swore loudly: "씨발!"  [ Ssi-bal ] 

Dirty brown boots appeared in her vision. "Need a hand?"

The brunette lifted her head from the floor to find Newt smirking above her, though his arm was extended to help her up. She begrudgingly accepted his offer but that didn't stop her from grumbling in response: "shut up, Newt. I had him. That's more than what you can say."

"But you let him get away again," he pointed out pettily.

She only gave him a half-hearted glare in response. Together, they ran over to the entrance of the teller's booth to watch their Niffler be carted away on a bed of coins. "What a smug little 개새끼," she groused. [ Gae-Sae-Ggi ]

A shout drew their attention away momentarily: "hey, Mr. English guy! I think your egg is hatching."

Newt turned to see the same man from before standing in the doorway of a private office with his arm outstretched, a blue, speckled egg in his hand. His eyes widened and Lyra jerked her head towards him. "You take care of that guy, I've got a score to settle."

"Just don't hurt him," the curly-haired man pleaded.

The brunette sighed. "Have I ever?"

With that, the two magical people brought out their wands. Newt summoned the Muggle while Lyra used Alohomora on the gate. They both went their separate ways while their one-time stalker watched on.

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Lyra came to a stop at the crossroads of the hallway which formed a T. To her right were a set of stairs leading back up to the bank and a pair of men's voices— one very familiar— echoed down from. Straight ahead was a series of vaults that housed important (shiny) valuables.

Newt and the Muggle man appeared in the hallway adjacent to hers, but the brunette's Niffler sense was on full alert and she barely spared them any attention. She watched the furry black creature whiz down the corridor in front of her, so fast that no distinct shape could be made out until he slowed in order to squeeze through the paper-thin crack in the vault door. "I really hate Nifflers." (She didn't, of course— she just often complained about every animal in Newt's case regardless of how much she actually cared about them.)

By this time, Newt had finished sorting out the newly-hatching egg that he'd left behind half an hour ago and was ready for the next challenge. Lyra used her wand to unlock the vault doors as he stood. Unfortunately, her quick action had unintended consequences as the bank employee from earlier caught them in the act. "Oh, so you're gonna steal the money, huh?" He wasted no time in sounding the alarm.

As she continued to work on the door, the curly-haired man used his wand to shoot a spell at their unwanted audience. "Petrificus Totalus."

The man's body seized up and he fell flat back on the ground. In the same moment, her spell finished and the door swung slowly open. The Muggle stared at the result in horror. "Mr. Bingley!"

Newt rushed inside the vault as Lyra watched the stairs warily, expecting any moment for someone— or multiple someones— to come pounding down them. She left the curly-haired man to take care of the Niffler's mess while she stood with her wand at the ready to defend their creatures. Lyra heard the noisy jingle of the gold that fell out of the creature's pouch and she winced; there would be no easy way to excuse that.

Finally, thudding footsteps sounded down the stairs as the rest of the bank employees rushed to see why there was cause for alarm. The Muggle man started freaking out as he turned back and forth between the vault and approaching workers. "Oh no. . . no, no, no. Don't shoot. Don't shoot!"

Lyra lifted her wand, ready to cast a protection spell if they didn't hesitate, but Newt was faster. In one smooth movement he scooped up his case and two companions before they Disapparated out of the bank entirely. The brunette regained her senses quickly as she was used to that sort of travel but the short man continued to panic. She watched him with mild interest (as she was still miffed about him bumping into her earlier) while Newt wrestled the Niffler back into the case. "For the last time, you pilfering pest. . . paws off what doesn't belong to you." He closed the latches as he addressed the Muggle. "I'm awfully sorry about all that."

"What the hell was that?"

"Nothing that need concern you," the wizard replied as he stood. "Now unfortunately you have seen far too much, so if you wouldn't mind. . . if you just stand there, this will be over in a jiffy."

While the two men spoke, Lyra felt the back of her neck prickle from the feeling of being watched. She was used to the weight of unfamiliar gazes from being around curious animals all the time but humans' eyes felt. . . different. She was almost certain that this person meant no harm, but her gaze still flicked around the quiet area suspiciously. Newt let out a grunt of pain and the brunette immediately whipped around before she identified the person watching them. "Newt!" the Asian woman bent down and helped him up. "What happened? Where'd the Muggle go?"

The curly-haired man rubbed the back of his head and avoided her concerned look. "I, um—" His eyes widened slightly as a short-haired woman came around the corner and, without warning, he yanked the woman towards him and behind the pillar.

Lyra accidentally stepped on his foot (causing him to wince) in an effort to keep herself out of view. "What—?"

"We'll talk about it later," he rushed out quietly. Newt picked up his case and after gathering himself, stepped purposefully from behind the pillar. Confused but knowing better then to demand answers, Lyra followed him.

As they attempted to pass an oddly familiar-looking short-haired woman, Lyra felt the unexpected tug of Disapparation behind her navel and they were spinning through space yet again. Breathless, the woman pushed both of them into the small alcove of the doorway, "who are you?"

"I'm sorry," he tried avoid her question, his eyes focused on the ground rather than her face.

"Who are you?" she repeated.

"I'm Newt Scamander," he offered.

After a sharp jab to the ribs from Newt, Lyra added with a completely straight face, "and I'm Robin DaBank."

He sighed. "No you're not. She's Lyra Yeoh. And you are?"

She ignored him. "What's that thing in your case?"

"That's my Niffler. You've got something on your. . ."

The brunette sniggered slightly at the sight of yellow mustard that stained her face— and she suddenly recalled the woman eating the sandwich at the rally. Her eyes widened. "You!"

The witch pretended like she hadn't heard. "Why in the name of Deliverance Dane did you let that thing loose?" 

"I didn't mean to. He's incorrigible, you see. Anything shiny and he's all over the place."

"He's not wrong," Lyra agreed, willing to let her recognition drop for the time being in favor of ragging on the Niffler. "Once he even stole the Silver Dollar that's been in my family for generations. I still haven't gotten it back."

"I'd forgotten about that—" Newt began, only to be interrupted by the witch.

"Look, I don't care what he stole!" she cut him off sharply. "You could not have chosen a worse time to let that creature loose! We're in the middle of a situation here! I'm taking you in." 

Korean Translations: 

씨발 : fuck

개새끼 : bastard