Queenie had just woken up in her bedroom at Nurmengard castle. She glanced out the window then at the clock on her bedside table.

7:09

She sighed, got out of bed, and sat in front of the vanity, thinking of what happened last night.

I joined him. I joined the greater good…

Suddenly, reality hit her and she had never felt so much sadness. She'd left her loved ones to join a man the world was going against. He had offered her freedom and promised to provide the same for others. She trusted him, but deep down, she still felt uncertain of the choice she made.

A tear slid down her cheek as she thought of last night's events. She gently wiped it away and looked into the mirror in front of her. Her eyes went wide and she was slightly gaping as she examined her own reflection. Her hair and clothes were unkempt, and her makeup from the previous night was smeared.

Oh, dear...

Queenie knew that not everyone in the castle was aware of her presence and might mistake this as an empty room, so she quickly stood up and walked towards the door to lock it. When she reached the door, she noticed something. There was no lock. She was quite confused but just decided to lock it with her wand. She turned the handle to check if the spell had worked, but to her surprise, it didn't. A bit frustrated, she tried again but when that still didn't work, she sat back down in front of the vanity and just hoped that someone wouldn't come into her room.

She cast some refreshing spells with her wand, then fixed up her hair, makeup, and clothes. Just as she finished, she heard a gentle knock at the door. She got up and opened the door to find a beautiful French lady standing outside. She remembered meeting her in the rain yesterday and she was nice enough to invite her over for tea. Queenie wasn't in the best mood, but she still greeted the woman with her usual bubbly personality.

"Oh, hello!" Queenie said as she greeted Vinda with a smile.

Vinda smiled back but only for a brief second. "Good morning."

She examined Queenie's room from where she stood and saw that her bed hadn't been made yet. She glanced back at Queenie and noticed that she had already dressed for the day but was unsure if she had disturbed her or not.

"Have I disturbed you?" Vinda asked in her beautiful French accent.

Queenie shook her head. "No, not at all!"

"May I come in?" She asked politely.

"Yes, of course," Queenie answered with a smile.

She moved to the side and Vinda immediately walked into her room, took out her wand, and started making her bed. Queenie noticed and followed behind her.

"Oh, you don't have to do that."

Vinda kept her wand movements and turned to Queenie.

"Do you not want your bed made?"

"No, I do. It's just that you don't have to do it for me."

"I would like to if you don't mind."

"Oh, that's very sweet of you. Thank you." Queenie said with a smile.

Queenie thought she saw Vinda smile as she said that but couldn't be sure. A few seconds later, Vinda finished and sat down elegantly on the edge of Queenie's bed as if it were her own. It was then when Queenie realized that they'd never properly introduced themselves, although she had the feeling that Vinda already knew her name. Vinda stared at her awkwardly for a few moments before Queenie finally said something.

"I just realized, we haven't properly introduced ourselves. I'm Queenie, Queenie Goldstein." She said, smiling at Vinda.

"Vinda Rosier"

Rosier… That's part of the sacred twenty-eight… Queenie thought to herself.

She knew that many pure-bloods believe it's their birthright to rule and as a half-blood herself, pure-bloods can be quite intimidating at times. Even though she knows it doesn't make a difference whether you're a pure-blood, half-blood, or muggle-born, most purebloods looked down on others. Being a half-blood, she wondered what Vinda thought of her. She started thinking of possible things that could happen to her and imagined what Vinda would say in those situations.

After a while, she decided to stop thinking about all the negative things and focus on the positive. Besides, she couldn't just assume that Vinda was one of those arrogant pure-bloods without getting to know her first. She needed to make a good impression.

Why do I care so much about what she thinks? She asked herself.

Queenie was finally brought back to reality when she heard Vinda calling her name.

"Queenie?"

She blinked a few times then shook her head before looking back at Vinda.

"Sorry, were you saying something?" She asked, a bit embarrassed.

"No, I was wondering if you were alright. You have just been standing there."

"I'm fine… I was just thinking of something." Queenie replied hesitantly. "Actually, I do have a question."

Vinda tilted her head slightly, patiently waiting for her question.

"I was wondering why you came to visit. Does he need me for something?"

"He? Ah, you mean Monsieur Grindelwald? No, he usually gives new followers time to get used to the place before they get any orders. I was thinking because you are new, you might need a tour. The castle is quite big after all."

"That's very kind of you! I would love a tour." Queenie said excitedly while trying to contain her emotions because of how painfully elegant Vinda looked.

"Wonderful. We can start in the kitchen. I'm assuming you haven't had breakfast yet?"

Queenie nodded as Vinda slowly stood up and walked towards the door, waiting for Queenie to follow her into the hall. There were multiple charms cast around the castle to prevent certain spells like apparation from being used within and outside the castle premises, so the two had to walk their way to the kitchen. The castle was filled with Grindlewald's most trusted followers, yet it was very quiet. The silence was starting to get to Queenie so she decided to start a conversation.

"Hey um, Miss Rosier?"

Vinda slowed down a bit and listened attentively.

"Why aren't there any locks on doors?"

"Monsieur Grindelwald believes it would be safer for everyone if there are no secrets kept from each other," Vinda answered nonchalantly.

She turned to Queenie and noticed that she was a bit nervous after hearing the explanation. Vinda would usually ignore small reactions like that from people but she felt as if it was better to reassure Queenie.

"Don't worry, we have a rule about knocking before entering. If anyone breaks the rule, there will be punishments."

They said nothing else the rest of the way and a few minutes later, they arrived at the kitchen...

Author's Note: Hello! I'm your fellow 14-year-old Queenie and Vinda shipper! This is my first time writing a fanfiction EVER so I hope it's up to your standards. Chapter 2 will be out soon so please leave a review to help me improve or if you have any comments. Thanks!