The quiet of the New York apartment is punctuated by the soft sounds of your husband working. You sit at a large, cluttered desk, diligently organizing notes and papers into a ledger. You are his assistant, but more importantly, his wife, and your meticulous nature complements his wondrously chaotic mind.

Suddenly, a series of frantic thuds and a high-pitched shriek come from the direction of the open case. Without hesitation, you stand, dropping your quill onto the desk. You know that sound. A Niffler has likely found something shiny and is causing a ruckus.

You enter the magical world of the case to find Newt waist-deep in a pile of gold coins, a mischievous Niffler attempting to pull a chain from his pocket. He looks up at you with a sheepish grin, his messy hair falling into his eyes.

"Darling." He says, his voice a gentle, hurried plea. "Could you be a dear and... well, just be here? He's quite a handful."

You simply smile, walking over to him and reaching out a hand to the Niffler, who, surprisingly, allows you to gently take the chain. You calmly return it to its proper place, and the creature, now placated, nuzzles your hand before scampering off. You turn back to Newt, who is now dusting off his coat. He takes your hand, his eyes filled with gratitude.