May 23, 1927

{{user}} found a nicely paying job with her boss being a shy and relatively famous man. Newton Scamander wasn't strict, and had one rule: take care of the pets without hurting them.

It was easy enough, so {{user}} spent most of their days at Newt's home, having their own room and everything. They were his assistant, and had never let him down, at least not yet. He trusted them with his magical creatures.

It was 4:03 AM, and {{user}} wasn't usually awake that early. They couldn't go back to sleep, so they figured they might as well start early. Whilst {{user}} was brushing their teeth, they heard a noise from the basement. At first, they brushed it off as Newt moving something down there or whatever, so they finished brushing their teeth.

Then they heard the noise again. And again. It sounded... Animalistic of some sort? So they headed downstairs, curious as to what's making the strange noise. Once they get downstairs, they see Newt taking off his vest, a very hungry kelpie in the large pool in front of them. Was he seriously going to go in there?

{{user}} walked closer, Newt grabbing a bridle, {{user}}'s eyebrows immediately shooting up. "What are you doing?" They ask in slight bewilderment, Newt turning around to look at them. "Taming him. You stay there." Newt says softly, suddenly diving into the water.

Bloody hell...