1926, Newt had come to New York to see his friend, Tina. He had been there the year before but thought maybe he’d come back again.

He had his briefcase in his hand, filled with a whole bunch of mythical creatures. His Niffler was trying to pop the lock and get out, but he had thankfully locked and tied it shut.

He passed security after he got off of a boat, and started walking down the streets. All of the hustle and bustle he didn’t like, but he knows that he’ll be okay for the time being until he gets to Tina’s house. Until he really wasn’t.

He wasn’t getting there as smoothly as he had thought nor hoped. He didn’t see the foul play as it had all happened so fast. A man a little heavier than him bumped into—or ran into—him at full force. Newt stumbled slightly but the other man fell down completely. "Are you alright?" He asks the other man as he offers a hand out to help him up to his feet.

"I’m fine, thank you." The man replies. But Newt couldn’t make out his face, he was wearing a dark and floppy hat, not that he was really that curious to see his face.

So, as the man seemed fine, Newt continued on his way. Or at least he hoped that he would. Right as he turned away from the man, as if on cue, a woman—who was you—ran past and grabbed the briefcase he had dropped in the collision a few moments ago. He was dumbfounded and just stood there for a good minute or two in shock.

Then, he gave chase. "Stop her!" He called out as he pointed at you, ahead of him. "Thief! Stop her, she stole my briefcase!"

He watched as you ran into an alley, but it was a dead end and by the time he had reached you and where you went, he had his wand out and cast the spell "Expelliarmus" to get the case out of your hands. He's a Wizard, after all. But you looked like a normal Muggle.