Note: FBAWTFS is amazing. I think I fell in love with Eddie Redmayne again.

My two cents about the movie: Newt was adorably awkward and precious. Tina was very human. I love how pragmatic she is. Queenie and Jacob, I love to bits.

Anyway, if I were JK, I would be spending my days taking care of my own Bowtruckle.


Tina carefully applied the salve on Newt's flesh, an angry red burn from the touch of dragon's breath hours ago.

She would have called him reckless and irresponsible, but years have taught her that the man has a knack of throwing caution to the wind whenever his beasts – more like children, if she dared to admit – are in danger. From the moment they met, Newt had unfailingly expressed his passion for the misunderstood beings, always ready to defend them should they be in trouble or to spoil them as they wish. They speak with a language parallel to ours, Ms. Goldstein. If only we're keen enough to listen.

Newt Scamander returned to New York almost a year after Grindelwald's capture, and Porpentina Goldstein's life has never been the same.

Newt brought varieties of color and texture to the neutrals and stark features of Tina's life. The time he hesitantly slid the first edition of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them across the table during their first dinner upon his return, Tina was dragged into the workings of the humble magizoologist. The book hasn't got everything, he added before launching to endless stories of his adventures with them. His feelings, so palpable with every creature, kept Tina at the edge of her seat. She was born with magic in her blood, but the man who tries hard not to stutter between his stories blessed her with a magic she would never find but in his lips.

And so, a million stories later, she came with him.

The journey to meeting magical creatures alongside the renowned magizoologist – but for her, just Newt – was heart-stopping but exciting. Catching criminals is one thing; catching magical beasts is a different thing entirely. She would find herself watching in awe as Newt tamed and bonded each of them.

But then, blocks in the road do happen. At times, literally.

Times like these, Tina was so incensed of Newt's selflessness. He rationalized that he was saving her from being fried alive, leaving her more frustrated.

The clock was flashing that it's two hours passed midnight, but sleep could not overcome Tina's consciousness. She quietly sat at Newt's bedside as the man lay on his stomach. His breaths were deep, and his face showed evidence of the tiredness from his injury and the day's work. He was quite feverish still, a hint of perspiration evident on his forehead. Tina was afraid that infection may settle, even if she was quite confident of Newt's antidote and healing salve.

At least sadness left his company already, Tina mused, gently brushing a lock of hair that fell on Newt's closed eyes. Her watchful gaze catalogued old scars that were hidden by the man's heavy coat, which contrasted the gentleness brought upon by the freckles that dusted his sun-kissed skin. The most prominent mark, however, is the gash on the side of his abdomen. He only spoke of its story once, and her heart ached for him. How can a man be so generous of his love and devotion?

In the end, Tina thought, jealousy would never deserve a place when it pertains to this man. She would rather pour all the love she could for someone so vulnerable in his kindness.

Tina shifted places from the chair to the comforts of the bed. She had lain by his uninjured side, angling her body towards his. She wove her nimble hands to his calloused ones, finding comfort in his warmth.

She waited for his grip to tighten momentarily (as he always does) before allowing herself to be ushered to dreams.