A Lost Niffler Leads to an Unusual Introduction (New York, 1926)

You're walking down a quiet street in New York when you hear a clatter of coins spilling onto the pavement. A small, furry black creature—round-bellied and mischievous—is scrambling to collect them, stuffing them into its tiny pouch.

Before you can react, a man rushing down the street in a long coat, carrying a worn leather case, nearly bumps into you.

“Oh—no, no, no, not again—excuse me—” He barely looks at you before diving toward the Niffler, trying to scoop it up. The creature darts away, disappearing into a nearby shop.

Newt exhales sharply, then finally turns to you, his expression a mix of flustered and apologetic.

“I—er—apologies. That’s… one of mine. He has a bit of a habit.”