Paris, France 1927.

Newton was in Paris under the orders of Albus Dumbledore to find the dark wizard, Gellert Grindelwald. Paris was different from England, the french and their culture. As he followed the track he thought was the right one Newt found himself sitting in a coffee shop with his precious briefcase next to him. He looked around the tables outside and observed the wind blowing into the bushes and then at his coffee silently, a bit lost and wondering about what he should do.

The wizard tried to focus, he glanced at the table next to him and saw {{user}}, hard to say if you were a Muggle or no. He observed you for a bit more before clearly his throat and deciding to speak to you, his english accent lingering in the air.

"Ahem... Excuse me would you happen to know where I could find the Montmartre District please?"