So before I start, I want to tell you that I had this imagine for a long time in my mind! I really really wanted to write it down but the catch here is that, this imagine won't be completely related to the Wizarding world universe. Just a random ass imagine with a twist and a muggle oc! Hope u like this!

It was a misty morning, the windows of the beautiful muggle households completely covered with fog. Even at the early hours of the morning, a man trucked down with his impossibly heavy boots, through the snow.

Newt Scamander's honey brown eyes roamed through the contents of his case to make sure if all the creatures were still provident in his presence.

Unfortunately, the male had been prone to jinxed scenarios, which is why as soon as he opened his case, what came running out was a willful little niffler, leaving it's master's mouth agape.

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The coincidence of the situation was -a woman just so happened to walk by; living in her head and completely out of reality. She never seemed to be satisfied with her reality, as she dove much deeper into her fantasy world. The reason also being why she usually kept to herself.

She bound her scarf tightly around her neck, as she walked, her eyes taking sight of the empty street... which wasn't going to be empty anymore.

It happened in a flash, a creature as grey as the November day, slid around her legs, her vision instantly snapping to where it had gone. 

What had happened??

She looked again, and now as her vision moved to her right wrist; a twisted reality coming into vision.

Her bracelet was missing.

She peered onto her right again, her eyes now clearly focusing onto the creature that had done it's sin. 

She should have caught it; probably jumped onto it and grasped the ornament of gold from it's clutches. 

But she froze instead.

The creature had the beak of a duck and the body of a mouse. It's paws had weird talons attached, a creature with complete obscurity.

But an object of even more enigma was a person that came panting from behind, tints of arizona and ochre glinting on his suit. 

And for once this woman completely believed in fantasy as his horrified honey brown eyes met her blue ones, a jolt of revelations spilling through the silence.

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I kinda feel like writing a whole book on this plot ,lmao. Or maybe a part 2? Idk, just comment with a "❤" for me to consider a part 2 <3333