Having to walk through the next safe spot to apparate was excruciating with all the luggage the two had to carry. They would have used charms to help, but because they were surrounded by no-majs, they had no way to explain why there were floating suitcases following them.
The cobblestone paths the two took to avoid as many no-majs made the trip about two times longer than what it would have been. How Queenie missed the magic. Even though it had only been about an hour of walking.
Tina on the other hand was too busy thinking about her life decisions, walking faster than Queenie's pace and stomping her feet hard onto the wet pavement, splattering water this way and that way. With her umbrella barely even covering Tina, she marched her way through different alley ways as Queenie dreadfully followed.
"Tina, why don't you stop stomping you're feet down. It's getting all over your clean clothes," she said. "Not to mention Newt-"
"I could care less what thinks of me!" Tina yelled, stopping in her tracks.
"You know you ain't meaning that," Queenie mumbled.
Tina continued on the path. "Stop reading my mind, Queenie!"
Queenie looked at Tina in disbelief. Was she still this mad. Queenie had never seen her like this. Not since the last time when M.A.C.U.S.A. had relieved her of her job.
"Keep up, Queenie."
Queenie stopped and frowned. Her hair was sopping wet and her makeup had started to run. "Such attitude today! You might be able to fool others, but I know what yous was thinkin'."
"No, Queenie. I didn't mean that. You know it," Tina turned around.
"Well, if you don't think I belong here then I'll just go home." With that, Tina was left alone in the rain with no trace of where Queenie had gone.
Tina, who was starting to regret her decisions, carried on to Newts. When she finally got up to the small apartment, she noticed all the lights had been turned off. Tina walked up to the door and set her luggage down, knocking a couple of times on the black wooden door.
"Mister! !" she yelled from outside. She put her ear to the door and listened for footsteps, but all was quiet. " ! It's Tina Goldstein!" she yelled loudly. She looked around noticing that most of the lights of the apartment building were off.
The sky was still dark and cloudy. Street lamps were still on and her surroundings were still dark.
Tina knocked on the door again, this time louder. Then again. And again.
" , if you find this amusing-" Tina was interrupted.
"Oi!" A man called out from above her. Tina looked up. A man in a sleeping cap and striped pajamas waved from about three stories up. "You down there! Shut it! The all of us are tryin' to sleep here!"
"Oh! I'm very sorry sir," Tina looked down at her watch. 7:23. Embarrassed she called out to the man with a softer voice. "Very sorry, I thought it was later. I'll be on my way then."
The man waved again and said something which sort of sounded like he said American, but oh well. Tina continued to knock on the door, but a little softer until she had finally had enough of Newt's little games. Looking around to make sure no one was watching her; she took out her wand. "Alohomora," she whispered. A small click sounded, and she opened the door.
The apartment looked exactly as it had when she left it. A couple dished lay on the kitchen counter and the wallpaper that had been ripped hadn't been replaced.
" ?" Tina asked. "Lumos!" She lit up some of the room, looking around to see if anyone was home. She walked around as the floor creaked under her and looked in every room, knocking on each door.
She finally came to the small bedroom where she found old books and newspaper. The room was small with only one twin sized bed covered in a red-ish comforter and an off-white pillow that looked deflated. The room was perfect and organized looking untouched.
"Well he certainly never comes in here," she said looking at how neat everything was placed. She continued to the basement where she found several beasts still sleeping. She then looked in the shack and even in some of the habitats yelling and calling for him, but no response. She sighed.
Her footsteps echoed in the large enchanted basement, waking up some of the creatures. They stared at her as she walked around with caution, not knowing what might be down here.
"Dear Bunty."
Tina spun around, looking in all directions. "Did someone talk?" She did another 360.
"Dear Bunty," Its voice echoed out again, this time clearer. It sounded just like Newt!
Excited and angered at the same time, she walked in the direction his voice was coming from, but when she got there, she found herself surrounded in darkness.
"Dear Bunty," he said again. It sounded like he was right in front of her.
" ?" Tina called out, her wand only illuminating a small portion around her.
Then a flapping sound occurred, and the room lit up brightly. Giant shelved surrounded her which were filled with books and bottles. A small cage sat in front of her. It's wooden bars matched the color of the shelves and a small creature sat inside. It had fairly small wings which were bright yellow with orange tips. The tail was green and slim, and its eyes were grey and bulbus like. It had a great long, black, beak and bird like feet. It sat perched in it's cage.
"Dear Bunty," it said, sounding exactly like Newt.
"Yes?" Tina responded, looking around to see if there was anyone else around.
The bird-dragon hybrid opened its beak and a familiar voice spoke. "Dear Bunty, I have taken the nifflers with me to go to New York. Please make sure that the moon calves continue their daily vitamins, but don't attempt to give the kelpie it's medication. I will be back soon enough to deal with him, so for now, keep safe." The bird-dragon shut its beak and remained silent.
With that, Tina apparated out of the apartment to go find her sister.