In the darkness of his room, Newt lay in his bed with his eyes wide open, thinking about what he could have done instead. Again, he had lost his chance with the one person he felt truly connected to. He looked up at the blank ceiling as Pickett crawled onto Newt's chest. Scrunching his neck forward, he looked at Pickett. The small stick-like creature crawls closer to his face, looking into Newt's eyes and trying to figure out what was wrong.

"Oh, Pick," Newt sighed. "I can be a real idiot sometimes."

The small green creature smiled at him and nodded in response, hoping to cheer Newt up with his silliness and sarcasm, but it didn't work. Newt looked back up at the ceiling, his long hair pushing back on his head.

"Good night, Pick," Newt whispered. The creature crawled off Newt and onto a side lamp that looked like a small tree. Though Newt couldn't hear, Pickett mumbled at Newt and climbed up on his perch watching as Newt breathed in and out, his chest rising and then falling under the sheets. Of course, it wasn't long before Newt said something again.

"Pick, you think, maybe, I should…Never mind Pick," he said, the last jumble of words hard to decipher. "I just think that maybe she is – too much for me." Newt sighed. "What do you think?"

Picket squeaked some unintelligible sounds in response.

"I haven't really been that good with this whole I-think-I-like-you-do-you-like-me-back sort of thing. You know?"

As if Newt truly new what the tiny creature said, he replied to himself. "Yes. I know. Such great word choice." He looked over to where Pickett sat peacefully and was dozing off and then waking up again. "Lumos," Newt mumbled.

He held his wand up from under his sheets as he watched the tip of it light up in a bright orb.

"I'm serious Pick." Now sitting up fully on his bed with his hands held together in a tight ball and his leg moving up and down in anxiety, Newt turned on the small lamp sitting on the end table next to him, lighting up the room.

Pickett frowned as he waved his long arms around, complaining. He finally noticed Newt had started sweating…a lot. His whole face was moist and was bright red. Small spots on his pajamas were darkened and clung to his body.

Pickett held out his arms wide open and Newt stuck his pointer finger at Pickett as the creature gave it a hug.

"Thanks Pickett," Newt smiled at Pickett and the creature smiled back. "You go back to sleep now Pickett. We've got a busy day tomorrow." With one last smile before the night, Newt turned off the bedroom light.

Tina's POV

Tina awoke to a piercing bright light coming through her bedroom window. Ugh, forgot to close the stupid windows, she thought. She closed her eyes shut again and then reopened them to try to adjust to the new lighting and sat up in bed. She wiped her sleeve against her mouth and pushed her short, dark brown hair behind her ear.

Arriving in the kitchen after a quick visit to the mirror, she was ready to eat breakfast and get out of London. Raining, again, Tina sat next to one of the windows and looked out. Several people passed on the streets and cars went by either going to the church just a couple blocks away or going home.

Queenie, who was already packed and dressed, seemed happy and excited despite the weather.

"Hurry up Teen!" She squealed. "It's time to go home!" she sang in a sing-song tone. Realizing Tina was not in the same mood she quieted down. "Sorry it didn't work out," she paused. "You and Newt, I mean." She half frowned. "I truly am."

"Let's just get going," Tina scowled and pushed Queenie aside as she went back to the bedroom to change.

"Tina," Queenie said, but she didn't add on after that.

The two both disapparated from inside the apartment room, making sure to close all the blinds before doing so. Within minutes, the sisters arrived at a no-maj port near the M.O.M.

"Teen are you sure you're okay?" Queenie asked as she struggled to carry all of the luggage they had brought.

"Yes! I'm fine!" Tina retorted, clearly agitated.

"Well at least help me out with the luggage-"

"I told you, Queenie! For the LAST time! I'm fine!" She walked faster to the loading dock. "If is too busy with whatever the heck he's doing then I'm fine with that," Tina said. Shouted really. "I have lot's of things I have to do too. And – and if he doesn't like me then fine. Lot's of people don't like me – I mean in that way."

"Oh, Teen. I don't think-"

"I mean, I don't like him in that way! What were you thinking Queenie?" She paused and looked around. "Shoot. I don't know where we're going," Tina said as she looked around the busy port.

"Teeny, honey, I think we passed it."

"Shhh! I'm trying to figure out-oh." Tina looked back at the struggling Queenie. "Here. Let me help you." Tina lifted a couple of cases and held on to them. "Yeah, you're right. We missed our port."

Tina turned around violently, her long overcoat hitting Queenie.

"ATTENTION! ATTENTION! PORT 3057 IS CLOSED DUE TO WEATHER AND TECHNICAL ISSUES. SEEK AN ATTENDENT TO HELP YOU. AGAIN, THIS IS PORT 305-"

"Oh come on!" Tina yelled. "Really?" Tina kept mumbling different things as they headed towards a small booth. Ignoring the long line of other people, Tina made her way to the front, pushing people aside.

"Miss, you have to wait-" the attendant said calmly, but Tina interrupted her.

"When will the next boarding be?" Tina said as Queenie made her way to Tina.

"Teen, there's a line."

"Ma'am, you need to wait in line like the rest of these patient people are," the attendant said, a little more agitated sounding.

"I'm an auror and I have every right to be up here. I need to get to work!" Tina starred at the dissatisfied attendant.

"I'm sorry ma'am. The next ship doesn't leave until Tuesday," the lady read off a small pamphlet. "Next!" she called out, waving her hand at the next person.

Tina, feeling defeated, stormed off to the nearest bench and sat down. Queenie joined shortly after.

"Hey. Teen. Why don't we just go to the Ministry. They can arrange something." Queenie smiled and rubbed Tina on the back. "Or…"

"Don't you even say it."

"We could bunk with Newt. I'm sure he wouldn't mind visitors. I mean, he is all alone…all day."

"Fine," Tina mumbled. Queenie squealed in response.

"To Newt's then!" She exclaimed.