Author's note :

Dear readers.

I am back after a few months of absence. Work kept busy and the inspiration had left me.

The idea of this story came to me a while ago but I had some difficulties to sort it out. A I put it on my notebook but didn't touch for a while. And if I am being honest, I wasn't sure it was worth the writing. Each time I am writing something, I am thinking that it is not good enough because there are so much wonderful writers that I am following in here and with whom I cannot hold a candle anyway. But I receive support ( follow, favourite) so I decide to give a try.

I truly hope that you will enjoy the idea. I choose to disrupt a bit the storyline, I sincerely hope that it won't bother you.

A quick reminder for those who don't know me: I am French. So, if there are some mistakes in this story, I am terribly sorry. I am trying hard to correct them and they are all mine.

Enjoy the reading and don't forget to tell me what you are thinking.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this except the idea of the story. The characters and all their universe belong to the wonderful J. K. Rowling.

Enough of my blabbering

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#Encounter 1: Handsome traveller in Diagon Alley

It has only been a month or so since Tina lived in London. She had received a career development offer from the Ministry of Magic. She didn't have to think about it for long, despite the fact that she had first immense difficulties to decide. It was thanks to her sister that the answer finally came to her. Queenie was just engaged to Jacob despite the ban for wedding between no-majs and wizards or witches in America. They loved each other too much to separate. So, they had decided to move in England to marry and live freely.

When they had announced the news to her, she felt very happy for them and very relieved.

Nothing kept her here anymore. In turn, she informed them of the offer she had received and she would accept it under the circumstances.

Of course, It would be different and it would take them some time to adjust to their new life but she wanted to believe that it was for the best. Besides as long as they were together, it was the most important. They had decided to live together to make things easier for themselves.

So here she was today in the middle of a crowded and famous street of the wizard London. Her colleagues, who had warmly welcome her, had suggested her to come here in Diagon Alley. It was one of the best places in London according to them. As soon as she had put her weights there, she knew they were right.

There was something "magical" in this street, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She closely looked around her, amazed by all the shops where the crowd came in and out.

Suddenly, in the middle of all the dark dress robes, something blue caught her eyes. She took a few steps towards it, carried away by her curiosity. When she was close enough, she noticed it belonged to a tall man with tousled red-brown hair who was concentrated on something in a bookshop's window called Flourish and Blotts.

She stayed there looking at him not really knowing why. He looked about her age. He was wearing brown leather boots, brown pants, a long woolen peacock blue coat and a yellow and grey woolen scarf. You couldn't miss him. He was focused on what he was looking at with a furrowed brow on his forehead. He didn't even notice her.

Sadly, he was in profile. So, she couldn't see his face well. What was certain was that his skin looked covered with freckles. It was the first time she saw someone with so much on.

Suddenly, she was distracted by something green coming out from his breast pocket. The man then turned his head sharply towards this thing that looked like a twig with long sharp fingers. He seemed to chastise it and tried to push it inside his pocket. Tina wondered what it was because she hadn't seen something like this before and she hadn't enough time to watch it properly. The man harshly talked to it, it seemed, and the beast hopped in as he opened the pocket to help it. It was at that moment that she could see his entire face.

His face, his neck and his hands were indeed filled with freckles. But what caught her attention most was his eyes. From where she stood, she couldn't determine whether they were blue or green. But they were pale and beautiful but she was too far from him to determine the exact color. She would have liked to get lost in them.

He sadly once again turned his head toward the window shop, not letting her have more time to admire his lovely face. He cast one last look at the shop window, sighed and took his leave. She noticed then that he had a specific way of walking and that he didn't look straight in the eyes the people of who he crossed path. He was also holding a brown leather suitcase too that she hadn't notice before. Was he a traveler? She wondered.

But her heart clenched, she wanted to hold him back while she didn't know about him. At this instant, her thoughts weren't consistent. This man was a stranger to her and yet she wished to know more about him. Why was he watching this window with so much insistence? What was this thing that he had hidden in his breast pocket? Many questions were reeling around her head at the moment and she didn't even know him, who he was, what wad his name. But she craved to learn who he was. This encounter was like love at first sight for her. And it frightened her a bit because she was more a career girl than a hopelessly romantic woman. That was Queenie, not her. One thing was for sure, the image of this young man was engraved in her mind.

As she was looking at him as he was leaving, she secretly hoped she would bump into him again.

She finally decided to approach the window shop to understand. First, she was really thrown by the content of it. There were a lot of books: for every age and every reader. She smiled. This place was what she loves and she promised herself to come back and bought a lot of new books.

Then she suddenly noticed a poster for the publication of a new book entitled 'Fantastic Beasts and where to find them'. A launch for the publication was organized Saturday 19th march at 7 o'clock. She set the date and decided that she will come to see. It was a week away. And then she saw the author's name: Newt Scamander. Instantly, it rang a bell in her head. Like her new boss, the head of auror office: Theseus Scamander. Were they related in any way?

She would try to find some information about him if she could. She was an auror after all and she would be able to find them. The experience would be useful but she had to be careful not to attract attention. People didn't have to know why she want these details about her boss. they would be probably suspicious especially since she had just joined the team a few weeks ago.

She casted one last look at the window and the street deciding that she had enough emotions for one day. She'd come back at least Saturday, March 19th for the launch, and maybe she'd get a dedication. She could discover this book whose title intrigued her just as its author. Perhaps she would see a resemblance between her boss and this famous Newt, in addition to the information she would find by then.

As she walked away, sadness won her over and she didn't understand why.