@tofindthemall cont. from here.
Niff wasn’t sure where the fire came from, but one thing he was sure of was that he didn’t want to have anything to do with it. To the point that he was not going to risk his life over that beautiful treasure on the other side of the burning room. No matter how much it pained his little heart to do so. Instead the creature’s mind for a rare case went somewhere else - his mummy. He might love treasure above all, but even his greedy soul had grown to love the wizard that had taken him in.
So the Niffler swiftly climbed over funiture, down the other side and squeezed under a closed door. Squeaking as he felt fire lick his front leg. Hurriedly he pushed through the impossibly narrow door and before he knew it familiar hand was grabbing at him.
He squeaked again. A happy one this time as he climbed up Newt’s arm to his shoulder. Claws digging into the material of his coat to hold on. His leg hurting, but he had to ignore it for now.
