"Greetings dearest Porpentina,
I do believe that we can pass the "Mr. and Miss" connotations when referring to each other. We have almost passed away in others' presence, and it would almost seem humorous in a way. We do have not a large year gap between us, but rather at four years of separation, we are theoretically the same age.
As to say for my delay in writing, I have been working on reconciling my relationship with my brother. Though, this is not done through male-like interests such as sports, but rather through constant consolidation about Leta.
I do know that previously at our meeting in Paris, I stated that my brother and I had a complicated understanding. And I may have used the phrase "prat" along the way, but he is constantly suffering even when I sincerely ask him if he is genuinely well and he states that he is simply okay.
As for your promotion to the head of the Auror office, I congratulate you. If you notice the box attached to this letter, you would see that I packed you a bottle of champagne that I bought a while ago and never used. When you decide to have it, imagine I am there with you.
I do think it is good you have found a coping mechanism of distraction in your work; as in this era, it seems impossible to forget just for a minute of Grindelwald's wrath.
As for your sister, I assure you that Queenie will come back once she realises. I know it may seem tough for you to accept currently, but you are going to find her and I know it. Soon, as you said, Queenie will walk through those doors and greet you with warm welcomes as she did many moons ago.
For Prof. Dumbledore, I am not surprised. His newly found spells made a riot in the spells and hexes office in Britain when he had first told the public. In the second year, I think I was in Hogwarts,
My arrival at my home feels both like a reward from all the disaster in Paris, and punishment from you and Jacob. I've eased into my place very reluctantly, especially from Dougal. Which I did read aloud your regards to him and Pickett. Though the Nifflers have been quite an easy task, surprisingly; I have been noticing a lack of silverware cutlery.
As for my personal stories, I have been providing small book signings in five local bookstores. Not many people have arrived, but it surely has been interesting. I am no author, don't get me wrong, but I feel as if the feeling of dread going to work is similar to mine in these signings. My highest was thirteen people in a room. That sure is embarrassing.
I have also missed your presence, Tina. I have allowed myself to get too used to your presence, and I think that this makes me dissatisfied when you are not here. You would enjoy London, I would feel like
There is this odd feeling of warmth being stuck in a coffee shop while it pores outside, or this may be because I enjoy the company of rain.
And of you too, Tina.
It is such a shame you cannot be here. Just before this letter ends, when is your next day off? And if so, you should splurge on new items because I know that is what Tina would like you to do.
Sincerely,
Newt Scamander.
P. S, Can you read my handwriting? Should I try to write clearer for you?"
Newt double-checked- even tripled-checked for any spelling mistakes. He wouldn't like to make himself out as a fool, or too needy. He has no idea what to have said, and surely wrote it on a whim.
Before starting on the note, Newt had catered to his fantastic creatures in his suitcase; as well as his brother, who slept- drooling on a knitted pillow- on Newt's couch.
It had been unbearable for Theseus to go to his house and see the items of Leta after her unsuspecting death. Especially after expecting to get married, and hopefully engage in the idea of a loving family.
Theseus moped around the house before he walked with Newt to his work, after the argument between the two. Newt slipped the letter into the insulator pocket of his bluish-teal coat.
Walking out the door, with Theseus locked behind; his brother turned to his head and laughed.
"Did you finally write back to Tina after a week?" Theseus' boyish grin swept the charm off his face and instead replaced it with cunning.
Startled, Newt fumbled back. "How did you know about that?" He started as a red hue coaxed his cheeks.
"Newt," His brother laughed, "You left it on the kitchen counter when you first received it. Of course, I noticed it was by Tina."
"Did you read what she said?" Newt waived Tina's security.
"Of course I didn't, I'm not a crook you know?" Theseus simply said.
This relieved Newt, relaxing the muscles he didn't know were tense. They began walking to the nearest coffee shop since Theseus likes to begin his morning tasting black coffee.
'Must be an Auror thing.' Newt thought as he remembered the time Tina told him she can't spend her day without coffee in the morning.
"Plus Newt, I don't know what you both say to each other in your alone time." Theseus poked his brother at his right side, giggling to himself. He showed a face of reminiscence, which could be related to his relationship with Leta.
It was the first time he had seen his brother smiling in days.
After waiting for Theseus' coffee, he and Newt dissparated in an alley across the post office box in front of the British Ministry Of Magic.
"What did she write, Newt? Because you're looking around like a lovesick fool." Theseus lovingly questioned as Newt opened the post office door and walked through.
"Wait here please, it'll only be a minute." Newt walked through the door, almost enthusiastically. He appeared not too soon after, with a light smile on his face. They rejoiced, meeting each other back at the same spot they previously stood.
"Well, I think it was about what was going on after she went away. I recall her getting a promotion to head Auror." He said with pride as her actions were spoken out of his mouth.
"Right, I heard about that. I'm sorry Newt, I would have told you earlier. I thought you knew."
"It's okay, Theseus. Really." They walked away to the building, where they stilled outside the front doors.
"What did you say in response? Because if you need romance advice, I'm right here for you. It's the least I can do for you." Theseus slightly begged for his brother. It was a new thing he did, beg; As if Theseus needed someone around him at all times to distract himself from the things he had lost.
"I, um, talked about her… and vaguely about the… the, uh, creatures at home. I also brought you up…" Newt said as he scratched his head.
"Oh Newt, did your letter even make sense? Next time, you should come to me. Are you sure you wrote the letter correctly?"
Theseus's stare was strict, and he only sighed when Newt didn't reply but didn't make eye contact. "Okay, it's alright. Whatever is done, is done."
Though this small act of reassurance was meaningless to Newt, worried if he would disappoint Tina. Or even worse, he off-put her and she ended up disinterested in him. These thoughts travelled with Newt even when he arrived home, as well as before bed.
Until there is a response about his letter, Newt would have fully convinced himself that he had enraged Tina.