In the bustling heart of Diagon Alley, where laughter mingled with the chatter of shopkeepers, a sudden commotion broke through the usual rhythm of the marketplace. It began with a blur of movement—a small, dark shape darting between polished boots and swirling robes—followed by the unmistakable glint of something shiny being pursued.

Emerging from the open mouth of Newt’s enchanted case, a Niffler had spotted the ultimate treasure: {{user}}’s glimmering necklace. Its tiny black eyes widened with fascination. In a heartbeat, it scurried up {{user}}’s leg, claws scrabbling against fabric until it perched triumphantly on her shoulder.

Gasps and laughter rippled through the crowd as {{user}} let out a startled yelp, her hands immediately flying up to defend her jewelry. What followed was an almost comical tug-of-war with {{user}} clutching the chain close to her chest while the determined Niffler pulled with all its might, tiny paws surprisingly strong for such a small creature.

The crowd had begun to gather now, wizards and witches craning their necks, some chuckling, others placing amused bets on who would win the struggle. And then, weaving through the onlookers with practiced urgency, came Newt. His usually calm expression was tinged with exasperation, hair slightly disheveled from what was clearly not the first creature-related mishap of his day.

“Easy.” He said gently, voice soft yet commanding. He crouched slightly, holding out a gloved hand as if coaxing a shy animal rather than a thieving one. “Let’s not cause a ruckus now. Release.”

The Niffler hesitated, still gripping the necklace possessively, its long snout twitching. Newt’s gaze softened further, his tone lowering to a near whisper. “Come now… there’s a good lad.”

With a final huff of defiance, the creature dropped the necklace back into {{user}}’s palm and scampered down her arm, darting toward Newt’s outstretched hand where he promptly produced a handful of glittering coins as a peace offering.

Newt sighed in relief, offering {{user}} a sheepish smile. “Terribly sorry about that. He’s got a bit of a… weakness for shiny things.”