This one also didn't come out very Christmas-y. Sorry! But I think it's okay anyway. Hope you like it...
Two hours before Christmas Eve, Queenie suggested a walk in the nearby park.
The offer had come out of the blue, just as Tina was absent-mindedly doodling on a scrap of paper and Newt was entertaining Pickett with a few hand-made toys. Both were already comfortable in their current positions, so they weren't very eager to get up. But Queenie managed to convince them by revealing the perfect snowy whiteness outside the window.
Five minutes later the three of them were bustling themselves into a few layers of coats as protection from the biting cold outside. Queenie and Tina helped eachother yank on the final layer, as they'd always done as kids. They both flashed the other a warm smile as they buttoned themselves up.
It was snowing softly (though the snow was already high) when the trio stepped outside, their winter boots leaving deep prints in the crunchy white frost. Queenie stuck out her tongue to catch a flake on it, giggling. Tina smiled widely, snowflakes caught on her hat and eyebrows.
"Not my favorite weather, but pretty." She admitted.
"I know." Newt remarked. "Your favorite weather is light rain, isn't it?"
"Mm-hm."
They glanced at eachother with slightly awkward-yet-knowing looks, remembering that one rainy evening they'd spent together.
Queenie led them through the snowy streets to the nearby park, a small and modest grassy area scattered with a few now-frozen bushes and bare, naked trees. Instead of sticking to the path, she stumbled into the thick snow to the sides of it and fell onto her back. Newt and Tina barely hesitated before joining her, collapsing backwards with arms outstretched.
"Soon enough we'll be feeling all wet." Tina warned the two others.
Queenie beamed. "Then it's a chance we'll have to take."
They lay there, staring at the sky, until Tina piped up again: "Newt, tell us about Christmas at Hogwarts."
Newt blinked, caught off-guard by the sudden request.
"Oh." He said. "Um. Well. The Charms professor always enchants enormous magical snowflakes to float in the air. The groundkeeper brings in these huge fir trees and the teachers all decorate them in a beautiful manner. Christmas Eve is simply amazing. Everything shines and sparkles like morning dew in the candlelight. It's one of those moments when you truly feel that Hogwarts is your home, as you sit there and watch everyone talking and eating and…"
Newt trailed off. "Though I'm probably rambling. Sorry."
The two sisters frowned.
"No!" Tina insisted. "Not at all, that was a beautiful description."
"It's awfully nice of you, Tina, but- urgh, I'm all wet!"
Newt sat up abruptly, feeling his soaked back as Queenie and Tina hunched over with laughter. Then they both felt the dampness in their coats and jumped to their feet.
"Come on, then," Tina said gaily, brushing herself off.
"Come on where?" Queenie asked with a grin.
"Oh, I don't know."
"How about a snow battle?"
A smile spread across Tina's face. "All right."
Without a warning she grabbed a fistful of snow and hurled it at Newt, hitting him in the head. He stood there for a moment, half his hair white, then rolled up some snow himself and tossed it back at Tina.
For the next few minutes a fierce and determined snow fight commenced: Queenie threw rain-like snow in a way that left the others slightly blinded, Tina packed her snow so tightly it hit the others like cannonballs, and Newt ended up oddly rolling on the ground more often than he actually used the frost. The battle ended when he accidentally tackled Tina to the ground and the two of them uncontrollably rolled down the hill in the snow until the bottom. The emerged wet and white-covered and blushing furiously, though still smiling hugely.
"Well," Queenie said, breathless from sprinting down the hill after them, "That was fun."
Tina nodded. "Also childish."
"It's fun to be childish every once in a while." Newt exclaimed, brushing snow off his hair.
The three of them left the part soon after, heading back to the Goldstein apartment. Jacob had been invited for a celebrative Christmas dinner, and Queenie still had to bake the strudel.
A sweet calmness settled over the house. Tina and Newt each curled up with a cup of cocoa while Queenie hummed along to the radio by the oven. Though she could easily cook by magic, she often found doing it the "No-Maj way" more enjoyable.
"Hey, Newt?" Tina said suddenly.
He looked up.
"If you want, you can call yourself an honorary Goldstein. Just in case you were wondering. You're family now."
Those three simple sentences made Newt beam with happiness.
"Thanks, Tina." He replied.
She smiled and closed her eyes, dozing off.
Tina woke up an hour later, when Jacob arrived with grins and Demiguise buns and lots of home-made Christmas decorations. Queenie greeted him with a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek, then promptly hung tinsel out the window with a little shout of: "Merry Christmas!"
Newt licked the icing off one of the Demiguises' edible beards, watching his friends. Tina sat behind him and pretended she wasn't there.
Jacob helped Queenie put up some of the decorations. They both chattered and giggled as they did, giving off an air of confidence.
Newt had mixed feelings as he watched them. On one hand, they had an element of casuality he slightly envied. He himself could barely talk to Tina without blushing. On the other hand, though, he felt that two relationships couldn't be the same. He and Tina simply weren't like Queenie and Jacob at all. He wasn't even sure if Tina loved him back.
With a start, Newt realized Jacob and Queenie had hung a bunch of mistletoe near the mantelpiece and were now embracing beneath it, each pair of lips meeting the other.
Newt looked away, not from guilt but to allow them a moment of privacy.
He then felt someone take hold of his hand; it was Tina, and she quietly led him into the hallway.
"I think it's my turn." She whispered. "So. Merry Christmas."
She leaned forward on her tiptoes and kissed him.