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She was standing there, in front of the mirror, scanning the features of her face. Her big brown, usually lively eyes were duller today, probably due to the tiredness that the circles under her eyes were showing. Her hair, always so little tidy, was almost touching her shoulders. Her complexion was paler than it used to be; you could simply guess by looking at her that something was not right. For the first time in her life, she was experiencing a feeling she had never felt before. She had been tormented by it, each day, each hour, each minute for two months. Porpentina Goldstein felt alone.
Yes, she had been through terrible times, but never had she felt alone. Indeed, when her parents had died, she'd been forced to take care of her younger sister, Queenie. But it didn't matter; she felt all the love in the world for her sister, and Queenie was giving her this love right back. They had gone through this together, although Queenie appeared much happier than Tina. But it had always been like this: Queenie, the attractive blond with adorable short and curly hair, cheerful, audacious, who understood how to seduce people, compared to Tina, more reserved, less outgoing, and wasn't paying attention to her appearance. Tina was spending her time on work and her studies whereas Queenie wasn't as focused on work as her sister. She liked going out, partying, meeting new people and her curiosity would always give her the desire to learn more about the world she was living in. However, they were always supporting each other, filling the lack of their parents love by loving each other even more.
Despite the kindness and loving attention that Queenie was giving to Tina, and more than anyone she knew she needed it, something, or rather someone was missing to her. She couldn't stop thinking about him, and only him. He was the only thing that was taking over her mind since the day he left New York. This clumsy, awkward, and yet so cute British guy who came into her life and changed everything.
Don't start again, she told herself firmly, focusing on her initial task, which was trying to put on a little bit of rouge to look better. She wasn't really eager to make herself pretty, but Queenie had insisted on taking her out for a dinner, claiming that it would cheer her up and that she couldn't bear seeing her so into work anymore. She was really appreciating all the effort Queenie was providing in order to making her feel better, but it was as if her heart wasn't in it. She was very aware that Queenie had lost a lot too, and it was very hard for her to keep smiling and to pretend like nothing was happening, to bring a happy atmosphere back. Of course, Tina tried to look cheerful, but with a sister who could read your mind, it was difficult to hide anything. Her mind suddenly wandered back to him, his messy hair, his little green eyes which were giving him such a pure and innocent look, but most of all, his freckles, so cute that she could gaze at them for hours, and…
"How silly you can be sometimes!" she cursed, mad at herself. She then caught sight of a golden head of hair through the half-opened door from the reflection in the mirror. "Queenie, it's okay, you can come in." She said, sighing.
The door opened fully, and the young woman came in, almost on her tiptoes, with a guilty look all over her face. She was always very refined, but right now, she was gorgeous. She was wearing a long, emerald green dress, and a matching coat.
"Oh, Teenie, I'm so sorry, I just wanted to check on you before we leave, I don't like leaving you alone, you seem so sad at the moment and–"
"It's all right Queenie, don't worry about me," Tina said hastily. "I'm sure we're going to have an amazing evening, eh?" she added, forcing a smile.
Queenie pinched her lips, moved toward her sister carefully, and then sat on her bed. "I know how much you miss him, and–"
"No you don't." The words had escaped her mouth without being conscious of it, and even before Queenie had the time to realize it, her sister was pulling her into a hug. "I'm sorry, Queenie, I didn't mean to say that…"
"I know." she replied with a compassionate tone.
"And I know you miss Jacob terribly, and I see you trying to hide it. I may not be a Legilimens but you are my sister and I know you more than anyone, I am very grateful about everything you do for me and I try to do the same for you. Please try to have fun again, go out, meet other people, and do the things you like so much." Tina said in a whisper.
Queenie gently broke the embrace and looked at her sister. "Don't you worry about me, I can handle it, on the other hand, you are withdrawing into yourself Teenie. I want you to do something–"
"If only he had written…" Tina said abruptly. "It's been two months, still no news, nothing…"
"Maybe he doesn't write for the same reasons as you, Tina." Queenie suggested.
Tina slowly straightened up and said in a whisper: "What do you mean by, 'The same reasons'?"
Queenie pinched her lips again, as if she was about to stay silent, then almost cried out; "Come on, Teenie, it's so obvious! You feel the same way about each other but you are too scared to admit anything so you still try to keep in touch. Yet you don't know how to proceed because you are scared to let your feelings appear! So you stay silent, hoping that the other will talk first! And I know you tried to write Teenie," she added hurriedly when she saw her sister open her mouth to protest, "But you can't wait endlessly!"
A thoughtful silence followed this statement. Merlin, she loved her sister so much. She loved how she was able to choose the right words, the way she could understand how she felt, and she knew she was right. Tina knew she had to write to him, she couldn't stay without news forever and she needed to hear it from him, to know what was happening, thousands of kilometres away… Maybe Queenie was mistaken, maybe he went back to Leta Lestrange, or he had met someone else, he had probably forgotten her, he–
"No sweetie, he hasn't forgotten you." Queenie said calmly, interrupting her thoughts.
"How– how can you know?" Tina stemmed painfully. "He's so far away, you can't read his mind from here, even if you established a connection which would be extremely weird and–"
"I do not only read minds," remarked Queenie, a little surprised, "But I can also tell what they feel. Well, not very precisely for everyone, but I can tell a bit, and you are my sister so I just know. And I saw that he feels attached to you and he cares about you. You can tell just by the way he looks at you!" she joked. "So don't doubt and above all, send him a letter. I think it would make the two of you happy. She gave her a warm smile. "Now, I'm going to let you get ready."
She got up, patted her shoulder and left the room. Tina's face broke into a wild smile. Despite all her nervousness, she was beyond happy and excited. She was going to talk to him again. She was going to talk to Newt Scamander.
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