Traveling with the aid of a portkey was commonly revered as uncomfortable, ill advised, and completely uncouth, and Tina at last knew why. Whether the magical device was convenient or not was beside the point; it was as though an invisible hook of colossal size had pierced her through the middle and yanked her with a force akin to flying on a broomstick. The vile sensation was similar to Flooing when she gave it a thought, but Tina was almost certain when her feet met solid ground she was going to be sick. Never had any form of magical transportation left her feeling like all her insides suddenly needed to be on her outside. Tina would sooner duel Grindelwald himself then to go through that uncomfortable rush again. Her looming bought of nausea prevented her from keeping her eyes open while the portkey did its magic. Everything flew by too fast, and the lot of it was distorted, which was enough to set many a stomach into a frenzy.

In what felt like several gut churning minutes (but only a matter of a few seconds) Tina found her feet atop dark-gray cobblestone. The abrupt cold outside air around her swept over her sweat-covered brow with in icy sting that sent a chill rustling down her spine. Instantly she yanked the wool fabric of her coat tight around her slender frame to battle the frigid weather. She held her position for a time, clutching her arms across her stomach for both warmth as well as what was proving to be a futile attempt at keeping her breakfast down. Tina's jaw clenched hard enough to hurt, forcing the wretched bile into submission; she had no desire to clean sick off herself even if all it would take was a quick spell. Newt was so close to her. She could practically feel his presence, and the mere thought of his smile deterred the nauseous swells plaguing her. All the sickness subsided, and with a couple of deep breaths, she was off.

The enchanted thimble had planted her at the end of a bleak alley, with little indication to show her how to find Saint Mungo's. Graves' note had said the portkey would take her exactly where she needed to go, yet the narrow side street was hardly a place for healing.

With a couple measured steps, and still feeling the aftereffects of her trip, Tina ambled to the main street 100 or so feet in front of her. Much like New York, London's sidewalks were plentiful with unsuspecting No-Majs going about their daily lives. Tina found a strange sense of quiet in that minute detail, knowing that this part of the world wasn't so different from her own. She lingered at the mouth of the alley, waiting for a break in the passing people to jump into, as her inquiring eyes scanned her surroundings. To her right was a No-Maj building with peach colored awnings that looked to be some sort of café or eatery, while to her left sat a large and derelict brick-faced building. From the neglected dummy display in the window, the structure appeared to be an old department store. Purge and Drowes Ltd. was stenciled in flaking paint across the large window. Tina ambled slowly along the exterior of the building, studying every crack and pane of glass with investigative precision. The rundown guise was an obvious ruse, she'd always had a knack for deciphering which impoverished buildings were true to the eyes and which were a hoax. Magical façades were always fabricated almost to a fault. To a keen wizarding eye, they always looked false – random for the sake of being random. Every cracked brick was split with almost artistic flourish, while every broken window conveniently was on a level too high for someone to climb through. The staging was perfect for No-Maj eyes, but to Tina the building may as well been glowing with magical enchantments.

The hardest part of a bewitched building was casually figuring out how to get inside. She tried the door first – logically – only to find it locked. A scowl creased her forehead as she glanced along the storefront, noticing it was all brick and windows.

"How in the name of Deliverance Dane do I get in there?" She murmured, mostly to herself.

"What is your ailment, ma'am?" A voice said from the large window display.

Tina jumped hearing the sudden voice, feeling her heart quicken immediately.

"Who said that?" She peaked through the dirty glass, seeing nothing but shadows and undressed mannequins.

"Why me of course, ma'am," the dummy closest to the door said in a female voice. "Please, what is your ailment?"

Tina's mouth hung agape as she leered up at the usually inanimate talking body behind the glass. Not a single passing No-Maj seemed to have any idea the dummy was speaking; neither did they seem to notice her speaking to it. That was good, she figured, and turned back to face the window.

"I'm not sick," Tina told the mannequin. "I've come to see a patient."

A long moment passed with the unnerving false eyes of the charmed statue boring into her while she waited for some sort of reply.

"Very well," the mannequin finally decided on. "You may enter through the brick window."

It motioned to the other side of the door, where a suspiciously door-shaped area of mismatching masonry waited.

"Thank you," Tina told the dummy, feeling somewhat silly thanking a store mannequin.

Despite being raised in a world of magical oddities, the concept of running headfirst into a seemingly sturdy brick wall was outrageous. MACUSA had a few similar entryways, but Tina made a point of avoiding them simply because she feared missing it all together and hurting herself. The door before her made her feel no different; Tina glared at the off-colored bricks as if to intimidate them, and with a sharp intake of breath ran for it.

The interior of the dilapidated building was screaming with bright light, white walls, and robed healers going about their duties. The space was relatively open with designated waiting areas, while a hall to her right was marked by a sign reading Artefact Accidents. Towards the center of the atrium-like room a large crescent-shaped desk with the word Inquiries across it, with a receptionist.

Tina quickly crossed the polished floor and was greeted kindly by a witch at the desk.

"Patient or visitor?" She asked with a gentle smile.

"Visitor, I'm looking for Mr. Newton Scamander?"

The woman drew out her wand and waved it gracefully at a cabinet, causing a file to pluck itself out of the open drawer and land in front of them. Tina couldn't help but to crane her neck to try to sneak a peek at the extent of his injuries written in the file, but the woman sealed the folder too quickly.

"Mr. Scamander is on the fourth floor: our Spell Damage ward. You may take the lift behind this station, speak to the receptionist you'll find there, and she will take you to his room."

The woman had barely finished speaking when Tina ran for the elevator bank in the rear of the building, casting a thank you in the air for the woman who helped her. The attendant issued her a soft smile as he asked which floor she needed. She anxiously eyed the dial over the doorway, counting the floors as they passed in nonverbal mumbles. The lift moved steadily, however much too slow for her liking. By the time the arrow rounded to four, Tina was already pushing the gate open against the attendant's instruction.

Another level of white halls and blinding light met her as she stepped off the lift. A horseshoe of rooms surrounded her, lining three of the four walls with private cubicles. A similar reception area sat in the middle. The young woman working the desk was speaking (more like flirting) with a tall, broad-shouldered man leaning across the counter. The two of them were locked in convivial conversation, which consisted mostly of giggles from the receptionist and debonair smirks from the man.

"Excuse me," Tina tried, keeping her tone calm despite being ignored.

The couple dissolved into a fit of coy laughter, and Tina's lips pressed into a hard line. She had not traveled halfway around the world via arguably the most unpleasant of methods just to be ignored; if she had to, she was prepared to visit every room in the entire ward just to find Newt.

"Hey!" She nearly shouted, a fissure of irritation spewing into her tone.

The annoyance drew both the man and the woman's attention, to which Tina issued them both a sour expression before getting to business. "Could you please tell me where I can find Mr. Newton Scamander's room?"

The woman behind the counter shrugged, feigning pity. "Visiting hours ended already, you'll have to come back tomorrow."

Tina was sure she frowned, but that didn't stop her from glaring at the woman across from her. The man standing at the counter turned to face Tina with a brow hoisted far up on his forehead. At first glance, the stranger held a striking resemblance to Newt – they both had the same jaw, hair, and freckles, however the man in front of her was slightly older.

"How, may I ask, is it that you know Newt?" He enquired. His voice was deep and velvety, similar to her Magizoologist's, but an octave or two lower.

"I uh..." she was still staring at his similar features.

A sudden realization flashed in his eyes. "Wait; are you the Mrs. Goldstein I wrote to?"

"You're his brother," Tina stated, the pieces fitting together. That explains why they look so much alike.

"I am." He smiled. "I am so very surprised to see you – excited as well, of course. Newt will be pleased. Oh, and please call me Theseus." He held out his hand for her to shake, which she happily did.

"Tina. Call me Tina." She grinned. "And thank you for sending me that letter."

"You are most welcome, Tina," he told her. "I figured when he woke up asking only for you, I better look into it." He casually placed his hands in the pockets of his trousers before he continued. "I was surprised to find that you worked for MACUSA as an Auror. How you and my brother met is a story I hope one day to hear."

Tina nodded, with a half-smile. Theseus was not what she expected. For some reason, Tina pictured a man much colder - a more serious counterpart of her Magizooligist- but that was hardly the case. He seemed to harbor the same compassion that Newt had, but held a much more charismatic flare in his personality.

"How is he?" She finally asked after a short pause.

Theseus grinned, a shimmer of relief in his blue eyes. "Better every day. He is still pretty banged up and sore, but he's in good spirits."

A mountain of worry vanished from her shoulders, making her feel so unnaturally light she feared she might float away.

"Would you like to see him?" He asked.

"But the hours…"

"Nonsense. Family can visit whenever they want," Theseus winked.

Tina didn't have to guess what he meant by calling her family, the twinkle in his eyes gave it away. As the tall man gestured for her to follow, Tina made sure to give the receptionist a smug grin.