It had been several weeks since Newt had shown Tina the Kelpie. Her dreams had gotten better again and every now and then, she was able to sleep peacefully, without any dreams at all. She had also spent less and less time in the basement. She and Nagini were currently in the living room, reading. Newt and Jacob were both downstairs.

Suddenly, Newt appeared in the entrance to the living room.

"Nagini," he said. "Did you ever go to school, you know, to learn magic?"

Nagini looked startled but she shook her head. "No. I'm a Maledictus so I wasn't allowed to go to school."

"You don't even own a wand do you?"

The girl shook her head again.

Newt came further into the room and took a seat. "Would you like to?"

"I couldn't use it," Nagini said hesitantly. "I've never learned how."

"Tina and I could teach you," he said. He turned to Tina. "If that's okay with you."

Tina offered him a smile and nodded.

"Okay," Nagini said slowly. "How do I get one?"

"We'll go to the wand shop and Diagon Alley and buy you one," Newt declared. "In fact, we'll go right now. I've finished up in here and Bunty will be able to supervise the creatures. Besides, I think we all need a chance to get out of this house. We've been cooped up in here for weeks."

Everyone agreed and they left the house. Newt glanced up and down the street then signaled for them all to join hands. They did and he Disapparated. They appeared in an alley and Newt quickly released Tina's hand. She immediately missed the contact but she knew it would have been strange for them to continue holding hands.

Newt led them across the street to a small pub called the Leaky Cauldron. They stopped right outside and he turned to Jacob.

"We're about to go into a pub that you can't see right now. Come here and I'll . . ." he trailed off and glanced around. Then he pulled out his wand and pointed it at Jacob's forehead. Tina watched him carefully as he cast a spell. Jacob started and looked around, a surprised expression on his face. Newt quickly put his wand away.

"Come on."

They followed him into the pub and out a door in the back. They were in a narrow alley between the pub and a brick wall. Newt pulled out his wand again and tapped a brick three times. The wall opened up to reveal a street lined with colorful shops. He led them down the street to a narrow, slightly shallow shop with peeling gold letters over the door that read: Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple in a dusty window.

Newt took them inside. A bell sounded in the back of the shop. The walls were covered in narrow boxes pilled haphazardly. Otherwise, there were only a few chairs by the door. A dark-haired man that looked to be about Dumbledore's age appeared in the back.

"Newt Scamander," he said cheerfully and a little mysteriously. He approached them. "It's good to see you again. I remember your wand well: Cedar with a belemnite handle, unicorn hair core, eleven and a half inches, unyielding."

Newt nodded. He pulled out his wand and handed it to the man. He examined it and handed it back.

"I'm surprised they didn't snap it in half when you were expelled."

"That was Dumbledore. He fought for me not to be expelled but the best he could do was keep them from snapping my wand in half," Newt said. He was blushing slightly.

"Yes. I hear you've been getting into some trouble recently, first in New York, then in Paris." Newt blushed.

"Again, that was Dumbledore's fault."

The man laughed and turned to the others. "I see you've brought friends. I don't recognize any of them."

"Right - uh. This is Tina Goldstein, she's American, that's Jacob Kowalski, and this is Nagini," he said, gesturing to each of them as he said their names. He pointed to the man. "This is Gerrik Ollivander. He and his father are the best wandmakers in Britain."

Ollivander nodded. "Mr. Kowalkski, please be careful in here. Don't touch anything. Muggles and wands don't mix well."

Jacob looked startled. "How did you . . ."

"I know what a Muggle in a wand shop looks like," Ollivander said with a chuckle. He turned to Tina. "Can I see your wand? I've only ever seen one American wand."

Tina nodded and pulled out her wand. He took it and examined it. "Ash, and . . ." He held the wand up to his ear. ". . . the spine of a white river monster." The raised his eyebrows. "This is a Thiago Quintana wand." Tina nodded and Ollivander continued examining her wand. " Eleven inches . . ." He bent it slightly. "Unyielding." He ran his fingers over it. "It's a very simple design . . . but very beautiful."

He held the wand back up to his ear. "That's interesting." He reached for Newt's wand. Newt gave it to him and he held that one up to his ear as well. He then held them side by side, balanced on his open palm. "You're wands have a strong affinity for each other, especially for wands made by different people. I've never seen this before."

Tina felt herself blush slightly. She glanced at Newt. He was blushing as well. They reached forward simultaneously, their hands brushing as they grabbed their wands.

"So, what brings you here, Scamander?" Ollivander asked.

"We're just here to purchase a wand . . ." Newt said. ". . . for Nagini. She's a Maledictus so she never had the opportunity to go to school or get a wand." He paused. "We don't want to take up to much of your time so we'll just buy a wand and go if that's okay."

"Nonsense," Ollivander said. "I have plenty of time and I'm sure you do too. We're going to do this properly. Come over here, Miss Nagini. We're going to find you the perfect wand." He turned to the others. "You can wait over there and, again, please be careful Mr. Kowalski."

They took seats and watched as Ollivander began measuring Nagini. He began pulling boxes off the shelves and handing her wands, one at a time. She would wave them but nothing was happening.

Tina glanced at Newt. He was looking at her. She looked away.

"Tina," Newt said quickly. She looked back at him. "Tina, I . . ." He trailed off and looked uncomfortable. "I wa - I wanted to apologize."

Tina looked at him curiously. "For what?"

"For not having been able to - to go back to New York . . . to bring you my book," he stammered.

"Newt, it wasn't your fault. You explained to me that the Ministry wasn't letting you travel," Tina said.

"I know but, if I had been able to come we could have avoided that whole confusion with the stupid magazine. I mean, it still would have existed but I could have explained it."

Tina was suddenly annoyed. "You could have explained it anyway."

"I didn't know about it, Tina. I never saw it until Queenie showed it to me. I didn't understand why you stopped writing to me."

Tina glanced at her hands which sat in her lap. "I know and I'm so sorry. I should have asked about it." She hesitated. "When did Queenie show you that magazine?"

"The day before I found you," Newt said. He was quiet for a moment. "She also mentioned that you have a boyfriend now."

Tina blushed. "I - uh - Yeah, I guess I do."

"Well, I'm happy for you," Newt said softly. "I'm glad to know you've found someone who makes you happy." Tina thought there was a slightly cold, slightly sad tone to his voice.

"I -" She stopped, unsure what she had been going to say. "Uh, thank you," she mumbled.

Am I happy? She wondered. Does Achilles make me happy?

Before she could think about the answer to that question she heard Jacob gasp. She glanced at him then to Nagini. There were a few sparks in the air around her and she had a wand clutched in her hand. Newt and Tina stood up and made their way over to her.

"Willow and dragon heartstring," Ollivander said. "Ten and a quarter inches, swishy flexible."

"Thank you," Newt said. "How much does it cost?"

"7 Galleons," Ollivander replied. Newt paid and they began to leave the shop.

"You're a remarkable witch, Miss Nagini," Ollivander said. "Willow is a rare wood for a wand. It's an honor to be chosen by a willow wand."

"Thank you, sir," Nagini said.