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Tina had often thought about Newt's return; primarily whether he'd actually return at all. Her job reinstatement had been a relief; after all, it was everything she'd wanted since her demotion. But something had been missing. The time she'd spent with Newt had been like nothing she'd ever experienced before. It was full of adventure and excitement and the creatures he'd shown her, Queenie and Jacob were beyond incredible. She missed it. She missed him.

The journey home through the city was always a busy one. No-majs lined the streets in constant rush to reach destinations. Their transport apparatus, although few in number, occupied the roads and she had to slalom her way through the streets in order to move forwards. It was an art she'd perfected and slightly enjoyed.

As she neared the apartment building she kept up the pace, running up the stairs towards her shared residence in a whirl of energy. She shouted a quick greeting to Mrs Esposito on the way, just before entering the apartment in haste.

"I met an animagus today," she began, not even pausing for breathe as she span around to close the door. Her movement was so swift that she didn't even acknowledge the room before her; more importantly, she didn't notice who exactly was sat within it. "He knew so much about magical creatures, Newt would have loved to talk to him about them."

"Why don't you introduce them to each other?" Queenie said, gleefully.

"You know I would if I-" Tina replied. Her eyes met those owned by the young British man that sat in their apartment and she stopped short.

"Hello," Newt greeted, lifting his hand to give a small wave.

"Hi, Newt," Tina responded, a nervous but elated grin spreading across her face.

"I have something for you," the man told her, abruptly standing up and moving towards the brunette. He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a rectangular shaped gift. The object was wrapped in brown parcel paper, accompanied by a blue ribbon that matched the colour of Newt's coat. He apprehensively held it out to her and Queenie giggled behind them. The pair turned to face her amidst a wave of confusion.

"Sorry, you two carry on. I'll be in the other room. Teenie, your cocoa's on the counter," the blonde explained and quickly bobbed out of sight.

"I hate it when she does that," Tina laughed nervously, just as Newt turned back to face her.

"It's a fascinating talent," he added in a nonchalant fashion. He noted that he was far more preoccupied in hoping that Tina would like his book. He'd always strived to make sure that other witches and wizards loved magical creatures as much as he did, but there seemed far more to it with Tina. There seemed more to lose if she didn't love them. Both were incredibly important to him. A thought, he realised, that hadn't so fervently occurred before she'd actually begun unwrapping the gift before him.

When she revealed the present behind the wrapping, she merely smiled. A bright, heart warming smile. She knew what the object was, of course she did. It was the exact thing she'd been waiting for ever since it had been mentioned.

"Thank you, Newt," she said, momentarily lurching forward to hug him. The embrace surprised them both, but neither moved away from it. "I really look forward to reading it," she added, eventually stepping back and casually glanced at the first few pages. One, in particular, caught her eye. Written in barely legible black ink, was a note. It read:

Tina,

I hope this book may assist you on all the journeys you wish to take, and compliment those you have already accomplished. You are a witch with immense courage and strength; one who has already taught so much to so many, including me.

Thank you,

Newt

"Newt, I..." she began, largely speechless.

"You don't have to say anything, I just hope you enjoy it," he told her, not entirely sure that he was ready for any kind of proper emotional exchange.

"I know I will, thank you. It's really great to see you, I'm glad you came back," she admitted.

"Me too," he agreed and blushed slightly; a nervous trait that he hadn't particularly acknowledged too much beforehand, but was beginning to loathe all the same.

The silence that followed was the kind that left no emptiness. It felt as though it should be there, as though there was no room for anything other than the two of them. Newt was entirely overwhelmed by the way she looked at him; watery eyes filled with such adoration and admiration. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before. It was something he didn't have an answer for or understand and that intrigued him in the best possible way that it could. It also marginally reassured him, that maybe his newfound emotions were reciprocated.

"Well, I ought to be leaving. My friend will be anxious of my whereabouts," Newt spoke up, skirting back around to table to retrieve his case. The overwhelming silence had seemingly beaten him.

"You're leaving already?" A voice called from another room.

"I think I should be," Newt said.

"If you're sure, honey. How long you staying in New York? A few weeks? Perfect! You could stay with us, ya know? Oh, you're already staying with a friend. But you promise you'll come visit?" Queenie asked as she walked back into view. Having a conversation with her often seemed very surreal, usually because it was never really a conversation.

"I'll visit," he replied, mainly just speaking out loud for Tina's sake. He looked to her as he spoke.

"Teen's off work tomorrow, you should both do something," Queenie playfully added.

"Queenie," Tina groaned.

"What? I know you both want to see each other, so why not?" The blonde expressed. The pair just looked at her, a little perplexed if not slightly mortified.

"Tomorrow would be good," Newt finally said.

"She'll be here," Queenie smiled, triumphantly. Her words were greeted by a defiant stare from her sister and the blonde threw her hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay. I'm going."

After Queenie's departure, Newt returned to Tina who was still stood by the front door.

"See you tomorrow," she said.

"See you tomorrow," Newt reassured and reached out to caress Tina's cheek, just like he had done the last time the pair split. The gesture occurred before Newt could fully register what he was doing, but he knew he wouldn't have taken it back either way. This time, however, Tina lifted her hand to cover his, taking his fingers in hers.

"Don't let any of those creatures escape, Mr Scamander," she mocked.

"I won't leave the case open, not even a smidge," Newt smiled. He removed his hand, along with hers, and left them both intertwined in the small space between them.

"Good," she replied, just before the pair split and Newt slipped out through the door behind her.

She remained there for a moment, smiling down at the book still in her hand. She read the inscription again as she made her way over to the kitchen counter, spotting the mug of cocoa as she neared it. She took sips of the drink as she began reading the first page, not caring in the slightest that it had gone stone cold.