HELLO PEOPLE OF FANFICTION! I am UNBELIEVABLY sorry for the massive delay with this chapter. It has actually been ready since November last year, but basically FanFiction decided that it wasn't going to let me save things in my Doc Manager, so I haven't been able to upload. I am also halfway through my first year at university and I have had so much work. I mean I still have a lot of work, but I felt I owed it to you guys, my lovely readers, to come up with a solution to my problem. Which I have. I find it funny that in the last chapter I said that I hoped I didn't have to put this story on another hiatus. But of course I did, and I apologise profusely.

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Tina walked back from Smith's office, determined not to let the tears fall until she was back home. She couldn't remember the last time she'd taken a day off. Not even when she'd had that wretched flu the year before and Queenie had had to lock her into the apartment to keep her at home. Obviously, Tina had then apparated to her office to collect her files and then spent the week working from her bedroom.

But this feeling was worse than flu. This was the feeling of losing Newt. His letter had been so curt and formal. Did he know that she didn't really want to stop speaking to him? Did he care? Newt's book was now becoming so successful Tina had heard of large queues of women trying to meet him at signings. Perhaps he'd met one of them and forgotten all about her by now. Tina sobbed at the thought and ran out of MACUSA, leaving a note for Queenie on her desk on the way out. It was some lie about feeling ill and Queenie wouldn't believe it but there was no way she could work like this. Tina was never going to admit to heartbreak in a note that could possibly be read by other people. Especially now when she'd just been so brutally rejected.

Tina jumped onto her bed and buried her face in her pillow just as Queenie apparated into the room. "Teenie?" Queenie cried out seeing the state her sister was in. "What's happened?" She paused for a moment reading Tina's thoughts, one of the few times that Tina was glad she did because she couldn't think of how she was going to find the words to explain. "What do you mean Newt is going to stop writing to you?"

"Well I had to ask him to because I didn't want Theseus and Mr Smith reading our letters but I didn't think Newt would be so curt in his reply." Tina started sobbing again.

"Don't you worry Teenie." Queenie rubbed her back. "I'm going to find a way around this. But first I'm going to buy you some cake from Jacob's bakery."

"Queenie we've already eaten way too much over Christmas." Tina protested.

"Hush. This is an emergency." Queenie dusted her clothes of as she prepared to apparate. "Mr Flappy, please keep Tina company while I'm gone." The pigeon hopped onto the pillow next to Tina as if he understood. In a flash, Queenie was gone.

"I thought you said you had to be quick." Jacob said as Queenie positioned herself on a chair next to the counter.

"I do." Queenie replied. "But I always have time for my favourite bakery owner."

"You mustn't know many bakery owners then." Jacob only half-joked. He never had thought much of himself and Queenie wished he knew how special he was.

"You insult yourself." Queenie smiled. Then she frowned.

"Something the matter, Miss?" Jacob lean forwards towards her.

"My sister." Queenie paused searching for the words. "She's erm…having trouble getting letters to a friend of hers."

Jacob laughed. "Tell me about it, the post in this country is terrible. Still…not as bad as it was in the war. My mother went mental when I couldn't send her my weekly letter. Still, I'm not sure what she was expecting. Only the army Generals got carrier pigeons."

"What?" Queenie frowned.

"You know, carrier pigeons." Jacob nodded. "They were used in the war to carry messages."

"Really? I never knew." Queenie smiled. "So these carrier pigeons would be as good as owls at carrying messages?"

"Why would anyone use owls to carry messages?" Jacob frowned at her. "You know I get the oddest feeling with you that somehow I know the things you say are true even though they sound crazy."

"I don't know what you mean." Queenie gave him her best smile and got up from the counter. "Well, I really must be going."

"No, wait." Jacob caught hold of her sleeve. "Have a biscuit. On the house." He smiled at Queenie as she took the biscuit from his hand and looked down. Drawn on the surface in icing was a thunderbird. Queenie smiled and rushed from the shop.

She stopped just around the corner from the apartment. Surely Jacob couldn't be remembering? No, that was ridiculous. He'd definitely been obliviated, there was no way around that. The creature shapes used in his bakery were from his subconscious. But there was no way he could consciously remember her. Queenie shook the thoughts from her head. She had to focus on Tina right now and no matter what she wanted, Queenie knew that the safest thing for Jacob was not to remember any of them.

When Queenie returned to the apartment Tina was still curled up in bed with Mr Flappy. "I'm back and armed with delicious pastries." Queenie called. Tina groaned. Queenie put the cake box onto the table, sweeping several sheets of parchment onto the floor as she did so. "What are these?" Queenie asked as she picked up the parchment.

"What?" Tina rubbed her eyes as she stumbled into the room. She blushed when she saw what Queenie was holding. "Oh. Those are… umm, I know I can't write to Newt but I've been writing the letters that I would have written to him, you know if he was still talking to me. It's ridiculous I know." Tina trailed off.

"No, no, it's sweet." Queenie said, a small grin forming on her face. "Actually, I've had an idea, from Jacob."

"You've been talking to Jacob?" Tina frowned.

"No, not like that." Queenie shook her head and handed Tina a cupcake. "He doesn't know who I am, obviously, but he said that in the war the no-maj's used pigeons to deliver letters to each other."

Tina laughed for the first time that day. "But that's insane. Pigeons delivering letters? What will they think of next?"

"Well," Queenie paused, she wasn't sure if Tina would agree to her plan or if it was even possible. "You can't write to Newt with an owl… but we do have a pigeon." As if on que Mr Flappy hopped onto the kitchen table.

"Absolutely not." Tina shook her head violently. "It won't work - how would Mr Flappy even know where Newt was?"

"I could use magic." Queenie replied slowly - she hadn't thought quite this far ahead. "To tell him to go to Newt, and pigeons have a great sense of direction so after that I'm sure he will find his way."

Tina narrowed her eyes. "No. I'm sorry Queenie but as much as I want to write to Newt, I can't allow this to happen. It's absurd and dangerous for Mr Flappy."

"Oh come on. Give it a go." Queenie pleaded. "Mr Flappy is willing to try, aren't you?" The pigeon flapped his wings eagerly.

"Nope. Not happening. Too many things could go wrong." Tina shook her head decidedly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to bed."

A week passed before Queenie skipped work, faking an illness. She insisted that Tina go to the Grindelwald interrogations without her and waited until Tina left the house. The instant Queenie heard the door slam behind her sister she leapt out of bed fully dressed. "All right Mr Flappy." She said, straightening her clothes. "How do you fancy a trip to England?" Mr Flappy made a noise which Queenie chose to interpret as a yes.

She grabbed the unsent letters Tina had written but wouldn't dare to send to Newt and tied them all up together along with a note of her own.

Hello Newt,

Queenie here. I just want to say that Teenie has absolutely no idea that I'm doing this, but I decided that if you are even half as miserable as she is without your letters then you would want to hear from her. This by the way is Mr Flappy and he is a carrier pigeon that I'm using in the place of an owl which would of course go through the Ministry. And yes he is the pigeon that drunk Tina arrested on New Year's.

P.S. Tina wrote these letters to you over the last few weeks but had no way of sending them.

Love,

Queenie

The letters from Tina read as follows:

Dear Newt,

I'm so sorry I couldn't write to you, but you must know that I would never choose to stop speaking to you willingly. I don't believe that these letters put you in any danger, at least not any more than my interrogations with Grindelwald would. Things have been very dull here and I miss hearing from you. Smith (who of course is working under your brother's orders) seems to be making it his personal mission to make my life miserable. The other day he even had the nerve to ask me to buy him an ink pot on my way into work. As though I am some kind of secretary!

I hope all is going well with your book signings and that I haven't messed up the chance to have mine delivered in person.

Sorry,

Tina

Dear Newt,

How are things in London? I hope you've been drinking less than me. It's shameful to admit especially as an Auror but I certainly seem to be drinking more since we stopped speaking. I never thought I'd be the girl to go into meltdown when she lost contact with a man. But then I hope that you're more than just a man and at the very least have become a dear friend.

Drunk and disorderly,

Tina

Dear Newt,

I miss you. I miss you so much I actually considered letting Queenie send you a letter with a pigeon.

Hope I get to write to you soon,

Tina

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