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INT. MINISTRY OF MAGIC—AFTERNOON

NEWT SCAMANDER sits alone in a dingy waiting area, staring abstractedly into space. After a moment, he feels something tugging on his wrist. He looks down. Pickett, a Bowtruckle, is swinging on a loose thread in his cuff.

The thread snaps. Pickett falls. NEWT’S button rolls away down a corridor. NEWT and Pickett watch it go.

A beat.

Then both chase after it. NEWT just gets there first. As he bends to pick it up, he finds himself confronted by a pair of female feet.

LETA (O.S.)

They’re ready for you, Newt.

He stands up. Face to face with LETA LESTRANGE, who is beautiful and smiling, NEWT stuffs the button and Pickett into his pocket.

NEWT

Leta . . . what are you doing here?

LETA

Theseus thought it would be good if I became part of the Ministry family.

NEWT

Did he actually say the words ‘Ministry family’?

She gives a little laugh. They head off along the corridor. Tension. A lot of history.

NEWT

That sounds like my brother.

LETA

Theseus was disappointed you couldn’t come to dinner. Any of the nights we asked you.

NEWT

Well, I’ve been busy.

LETA

He’s your brother, Newt, he likes spending time with you. And so do I.

NEWT spots Pickett climbing onto his lapel, and holds out the breast pocket of his coat.

NEWT

(to Pickett)

Oi, you! Hop in, Pick.

Pickett snuggles down.

LETA

(smiling)

Why do strange creatures love you so much?

NEWT

Well, there are no strange creatures—

NEWT/LETA

‘—only blinkered people’.

She is smiling again. NEWT – just – reciprocates.

LETA

How long did you get in detention for saying that to Prendergast?

NEWT

You know, I think it was a month that time.

LETA

And I set off a Dungbomb under his desk so I could join you, do you remember?

They have come within sight of scary, official doors leading to the meeting room. THESEUS SCAMANDER emerges.

NEWT

No, I actually don’t remember that.

Rebuffed, she comes to a halt. NEWT walks away towards THESEUS, who is very like NEWT, but more outgoing, easier in manner. THESEUS winks at LETA before turning to NEWT.

THESEUS

Hello.

LETA

Theseus. We were just talking about Newt coming for dinner.

THESEUS

Really? Well . . . Look, before we go in there I—

NEWT

–it’s my fifth attempt, Theseus. I know the form.

THESEUS

This isn’t going to be like the other times. This is . . . Just try and keep an open mind, will you? And maybe a little less—

A wordless gesture indicates Pickett, NEWT’S blue coat and his messy hair.

NEWT

–like me?

THESEUS

(not without affection)

Well, it can’t hurt. Come on, let’s go.