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Here is the next chapter - I laughed so hard when I first read this, and I was laughing while making my edits. Hope you laugh as much reading it as I did!

Fair warning - this chapter is funny BUT does get a little bit angsty towards the end.

THANK YOU to all the people who reviewed the last chapter! It makes me so happy to hear that people are enjoying the story!

Also I know it's a bit late but I realise I haven't done this yet on this story - I DON'T OWN THE FANTASTIC BEASTS CHARACTERS OR UNIVERSE. Those belong to the legendary JK Rowling.

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"Queenie, this is ridiculous, I look like a tart!" Tina whined as she allowed her sister to stuff her into a sparkling, fringed party dress. The dress itself was black, but the fringing glittered with thousands of diamantés that, when she moved, made her look and sound like a walking jewellery store.

Her lips and cheeks had been rouged to match her sister's makeup - the only problem was that where Queenie glowed with confidence as she giggled at her reflection, Tina only saw herself as an awkward tomato (the least sexy of the fruits).

"I disagree." Queenie laughed as she pulled Tina's hair away from her face. "Pineapples are far less sexy."

"Queenie," Tina said in a warning tone. Growing up with a Legilimens for a sister meant that Tina was used to accidental mind readings, but today she wasn't to be tested.

"Just because Newt hasn't written back yet doesn't give you the right to get mad at me." Queenie replied.

"Not everything is about Newt you know." Tina snapped and then sighed when Queenie raised her eyebrow. "Okay, fine, it is. I should never have sent him those sweets. He probably hated them and then he'll think I'm being too forward. Or he's angry that I didn't tell him about Grindelwald and…"

"Or his letter just got delayed in the Christmas post." Queenie couldn't help but giggle at the way Newt made Tina crazy. She wasn't used to her sister being so infatuated. Even if she did try her best to deny it. "Now stop fussing. I'm going to do your hair and then we're both going out for some New Year's celebrations."

"Oh no. I hope the goblins don't go on a drunken rampage like they did last year." Tina put her head in her hands remembering the scene of terrified no-maj's running from small pointy-eared beasts. "It took us three whole weeks to clear that mess up and an entire obliviate squad." Her voice trailed off when she saw Queenie's mouth drop at the word 'obliviate'. "Oh, Queenie, I'm so sorry. You know I didn't mean to bring up Jacob."

"No, no it's fine." Queenie sniffed and her bottom lip wobbled. "It's not your fault. Anyway, he's a no-maj, it never would have worked…"

"Queenie." Tina circled her arms around her sister, pulling her in for a hug. "You'll find someone. I promise."

"But what if I don't?" Queenie's voice cracked. "You don't hear what those other men think about me Teenie. They don't want a relationship. I'm just a prize to them." She wailed into Tina's shoulder. "I wish I had someone who looked at me the way Newt looks at you."

This made tears fall from Tina's eyes. All those years she'd spent wishing she was like Queenie - glamorous and graceful. Only to find that Queenie had wanted to be like her. "Oh Queenie!" Tina exclaimed, laughing in between sobs. "We are such a mess." They rocked back and forth in each other's arms for a few moments before Tina forced herself to pull away. Then she thought about her sister's last sentence. "Wait, how does he look at me? He doesn't look at me in any way, we're just friends…"

Queenie laughed despite her tears. "Oh, Teenie. Are you really that ignorant?"

"What?" Tina was incredibly confused. She hadn't noticed him looking at her in any particular way during his visit. Although the thought of him looking at her in the way Queenie was implying made her heart flutter.

Queenie was still smiling. "The whole time - especially in the Blind Pig, might I add – he was looking at you in the way that every woman wants to be looked at. Like he's never seen someone so beautiful." She giggled at her sister's still confused expression but then her smile fell as quickly as it had come. "I wish I could be looked at like that, Teenie."

Tina shook off her confusion (she could think about that later) and put her hands on her sister's shoulders, looking her right in the eye. She hated seeing Queenie hurt like this and she definitely couldn't allow her to be upset on her favourite night of the year. "Come on. We're going to have a wonderful time and forget all our men problems."

The corners of Queenie's mouth pricked back up into a smile. "Anything for you. But you have to promise to hold your drink better than last year."

"Oh gosh." Tina shook her head at the memory.

"The goblins weren't the only ones who went rampaging on the streets." Queenie giggled at the thought of her sister tottering around in her heels. "You arrested a squirrel!"

"He gave me a dirty look!" Tina replied defensively and they both burst out laughing.

At eleven o'clock Queenie ordered two giggle waters and the night was kicked off with an enthusiastic Queenie dragging a not-so-enthusiastic Tina onto the dance floor. Afterwards Tina downed another three giggle waters to numb the pain of the bad pub music – this would later prove to be a mistake.

At midnight, the girls flapped their arms wildly under the fireworks with two men they would never remember - and Tina would deny ever meeting. As Tina watched the bright sparks rain down on them she wondered how it was possible that she could be so happy. She also wondered if Newt was looking up at the sky at the same time and thinking of her, but this was something she would also deny later.

By one o'clock the madness had begun. Later, Tina wouldn't quite remember how she had found herself accepting the challenge to drink everyone else in the bar under the table. She thought it had something to do with a snide remark about weak women from a tipsy goblin but she couldn't be sure as the rest of the night dissolved into a drunken haze.

A few minutes later, said goblin has successfully been proven wrong and probably wishing that he'd never said anything. Tina on the other hand celebrated not-so-modestly with yet another giggle water.

At 3 o'clock in the morning several passers-by were treated to Tina yelling at a pigeon that she 'didn't appreciate his tone'. Queenie did her best to drag Tina home but only managed to do so once she had promised to take the pigeon – Mr Flappy - as well so that Tina could interrogate him to find out who he was working for.

Finally, Queenie managed to drag her sister up the stairs to their apartment –somehow without waking Mrs Esposito. Tina clung on tightly to Mr Flappy as they stumbled up the steps. "But you do think," Tina hiccuped, "that Newt has very soft hair."

"Yes, yes, of course I do." Queenie nodded as she attempted to open their apartment door with one hand while still holding Tina in the other.

"But Queenie." Tina grasped her sister's face with both hands, pulling herself so close that Queenie could smell the alcohol on her breath. "You do think he has soft hair?"

"Yes." Queenie nodded again.

"Good, good." Tina let go of Queenie and allowed her sister to lead her into their apartment. "Sometimes, when I was close, I thought his hair smelt of lavender. Oh, he's so handsome, Queenie, and so strong. He saved me from execution you know."

"Yes, yes, I know." Queenie nodded. "After all, you've said it five times."

"Oh." Tina hiccuped again. "Well, it's very important to me that you do know."

Tina was still rambling on about Newt as Queenie slipped off her heels and put her to bed. There she curled up into a ball, still holding on tightly to Mr Flappy who seemed to have submitted to his fate. "It's okay Mr Flappy." Tina said as she stoked the pigeon's wings. "I have a friend who can take care of you in his case. He has soft hair just like you but his is brown and blond and ginger. He has freckles too and nice eyes and…" She trailed off as sleep finally took over her exhausted body.

When Tina awoke the next morning, her head was pounding and she couldn't quite remember how she'd gotten home. She blinked – the rays of sunshine spilling through the window burned her eyes.

The next thing she became aware of was her sister sitting on the bed across from her. "You're awake! I'm gonna make pancakes! Come into the kitchen, there's something here for you." Queenie sounded excited and Tina jealously wondered how it was that her sister wasn't hungover.

Tina groaned. The thought of food made her want to throw up. "Is it an owl from Newt?" she asked hopefully. She was too tired and hungover to pretend that she didn't care.

"Umm, no." Queenie replied laughing. "But it is a bird."

"What do you mean?" Tina frowned and then groaned when Mr Flappy (who had somehow managed to free himself from her grip while she slept) swooped in and landed on her head. Tina sighed, pulled the covers over her face and vowed to never drink again.

About half an hour later when Tina finally dragged herself out of bed she wandered - hair dishevelled, makeup smudged and still wearing last night's dress, into the dining room. Queenie - who, Tina noted, looked perfect as always - laughed when she saw her. "Wow. Aren't you a sight for sore eyes!"

Tina put a hand up to silence her sister. "Ssh. Turn off your mouth siren."

Queenie put a chipped white mug of strong black coffee in front of her sister and sat next to her, giggling. "Hungover, are we?"

Tina sank into a chair and buried her face in her hands. "Shut up."

Queenie giggled again as Tina finally noticed the coffee. "Teenie, how much do you remember of last night?"

"I remember winning a drinking contest, but other than that…wait what did I do?" Suddenly Tina was looking at Queenie. "Queenie, what did I do?"

"You mean other than the pigeon that still won't leave?" Queenie gestured to Mr Flappy, who was perched on the curtain rail.

Tina groaned again. "Yes."

The younger Goldstein had a ridiculous grin on her face. "Well, when I finally managed to drag you home, you were rambling on and on about a certain magizoologist…"

Tina felt her face slowly turn the colour of the awkward tomato she had assumed herself to look like the previous night. "Oh no."

Queenie stood up and imitated Tina's voice. "Oh, Queenie, don't you think he has such soft hair? Such soft hair, and beautiful eyes, and a perfect face with those adorable freckles…Oh he's so handsome, Queenie, and so strong, he saved my life, Queenie!" As she mimicked her sister she gesticulated wildly and stumbled across the room into Tina, who pushed her back into her chair.

Then she buried her red face in her hands again. "Oh, Mercy Lewis, did I really say all that?"

Queenie was still laughing. "More or less." Tina groaned yet again and put her forehead on the table. "Now will you admit you're in love?" Queenie giggled.

"No. Drunk me is very different to sober me." Tina insisted.

Queenie laughed, "Clearly. But maybe drunk Tina says what sober Tina is thinking?"

At this Tina snapped her head up to look at her younger sister. This was a mistake. She jumped from the chair and threw up in the sink behind her. Queenie grimaced. When Tina turned back around, she had sick on her chin and her hair was stuck to her face. Queenie suppressed another grimace and stood up to lead her sister from the kitchen. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

Several days later Tina arose from her bed and squealed at the sight of Newt's owl tapping on the window. When she opened it and let the bird in she practically tripped over herself to tear open the wrapping of the presents. Then she squealed again. "Queenie! Quick, fetch some parchment and ink!"

"Why what is it?" Queenie – who was leaning against the door frame – asked, laughing at Tina's excitement.

"Quills! Newt's given us quills. Look, they're made from Fwooper feathers!" Tina said, showing her sister the boxes. Newt had given Queenie a set of pink quills which ranged from a deep fuchsia to dusty rose - every colour she'd need to match her trademark pink coat. Meanwhile, he had given Tina a rainbow set of five so she could use a different one for every work day. "Oh, aren't they wonderful? I can use these at work."

Later, when she'd finished obsessing over the quality of the quills, Tina remembered she actually had a letter to read. She crossed into the dining room and set the letter down on the table. As she committed every letter to memory she felt her eyes brimming with tears at his words. He would always worry about her. He would continue to fight for her. He thought she was charming. But while he had written all of the above, he saw her as a close friend. That was what he'd written – I speak as a close friend. It was so confusing. He had written all of those things with such heartfelt meaning, yet she was nothing more than a friend to him. She was only halfway through the letter and yet the tears still released themselves - falling onto the parchment in her shaking hands and making the ink run. Queenie had gone to the grocery store, so before she could come home and see her like this, Tina shoved the parchment across the table and wiped away her tears. She was being pathetic. Of course he only saw her as a friend. She wasn't beautiful and elegant and flawless like her sister. She was plain and awkward and boring. She'd seen the photo of Leta Lestrange in his case, and she had been beautiful too. He's probably still in love with her.

Before she could cry any more she covered the first half of the letter – stained with her pathetic tears – and read the rest of it. She smiled when she read that he'd had a lot to drink on Christmas day. The thought of Newt holding a glass of firewhisky and roaring with laughter at someone's joke made her want to laugh herself. But then she thought of how he'd never be laughing at her jokes – because she wasn't funny. She shook the thought from her head furiously and continued reading.

She was glad she did, because she found out that he'd loved the Turkish delights. He hadn't hated them – in fact he loved them so much he felt the need to hide them from his mother so he could have them to himself. Now that did make her chuckle.

When she finished reading it took her a few moments to realise that she was supposed to reply. To begin with she was confused. How was she meant to reply without telling him how she felt? Without telling him how his referring to her as a 'close friend' made her feel? Then she realised – if you can't beat them, join them. It would be painful to do so, but all she could do was refer to him as a friend too.

5th January 1927

Dear Newt,

Thank you so much for the gifts. As you probably guessed I have a slight obsession with quills and these ones are simply beautiful. I'm glad you liked our Turkish delights - I was slightly concerned you would think me too forward for sending them but I suppose there is nothing wrong with sending a gift to a dear friend.

Again, I'm so sorry for not telling you about Grindelwald and I promise I'll never keep anything like that from you again. I'm also sorry you had to find out from your brother - I had no idea he was like that. But I'm glad that you two managed to stay civil over Christmas. I'd hate to think I'd caused trouble for you.

Still on that note, we hope to restart the interrogations next week once your Ministry has finished their evaluations of our methods. I am to go in tomorrow to be shadowed on one of my secondary cases. Your brother seems determined to get me fired, as I am the only one being shadowed. Everyone else is simply being asked a few questions.

Anyway, Madam Picquery is concerned that several British Aurors have been threatening to move Grindelwald to England despite it not being a safe idea. But I am reassured that unless they are given a direct order from a higher up then this isn't possible. And by a higher up, I don't mean your brother. I've been told that despite his position as Head Auror, it is not his decision to make. By a higher up I mean your Minister for Magic himself.

Since you mentioned drinking in your letter I suppose I should tell you about my experiences on New Year. I will not go into too many embarrassing details but it would seem that I brought home a pigeon while drunk and named him 'Mr Flappy'. It's been five days and we still can't get him to leave. I also think I could have done better on the name but you're not allowed to judge because you named a Thunderbird Frank.

Our Christmas was the same as it is every year – Queenie and I in the apartment eating copious amounts of food and chatting the night away. However, I do love spending time with my sister and I can tell you that we did indeed have a lovely day. I am glad that you enjoyed spending time with your family for once, even if your mother did plan to get you drunk.

That's all for now. I look forward to hearing about the release of your book.

Happy New Year,

Tina

As soon as Newt's owl was well rested, she sent him back on his way (with her letter) without a second thought.

And yes, for those wondering, I did KIND OF steal the mouth siren thing from Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

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