"Dear Newton Scamander,

Is that a better greeting? Surely not, I believe. If you write to me next time with 'Dear Tina,' I may consider subsiding and regard you as Newt.

I am immensely glad that you seem to be doing alright, as I would have hoped so. It is a shame that you have to suffer the burden of your brother alone. Though, I do wonder why you come across as worrisome for your brother. Admiration for your brother should not be disregarded as another loving feature between you and Theseus.

I understand what it means to love someone who threw themselves at Grindelwald for finding anew. His loss for Ms Leta Lestrange is what has driven him into despair. Newt, your brother needs you to be strong for the both of you's. He is not currently well, I am sure of it from your letter, and he desperately needs you to tell him that you will not leave him. All he wants is confirmation, that is how to bring your brother into being content with his troubles. Please read this out for him: 'Theseus, I want to thank you for your kind encouragement to MACUSA on the behalf of promoting me. We have not long till we meet once again, and I hope that I am enabled to tell you this in person. I wish you all the best; kind regards, Tina.'

Thank you for your words too, Newt. With your recently published novel and identity of a scholar, your opinion mattered subsequently more when deciding on MACUSA's end, but do not tell your brother. I have acknowledged the presence of your gift, as I wonder why this letter seems oddly late. It must have been the international wizarding post then, I assume. Not once have I ever received a gift so personally luxurious, in that you gave me a present of formal nature. I wish to send you something back but am unsure. For whatever it may be, it is indefinitely attached to this note.

Being an Auror is difficult, I must say. It seems I have not too long before I reach the status of your brother. Which I deeply sympathise with. It does not feel like drowning, as the poets may describe it; but rather I am above the sea riding it. Yes, there are waves, but I am skilled enough to dodge them. In the distance, I can hear a voice singing out to me, promising me internalised dreams. So, I continuously sail despite the severe environment; and I never reach the voice, never reach my answer. Being an Auror is a challenge, but it challenges everyone.

I am finally allowed to discuss the contents of this case with you, as it came out on 'Witches Weekly' three days ago. There was a little boy whose name was Finlett Bartleyn, and he was aged nine. The boy wished to get something for his mother, something small and intricate that expressed his youthful love for her. In the process of doing so, the shop had been hijacked. We are still unsure if it was done by Grindlewald, but his life was lost that day. Dementors had surrounded him and stole every bit of life within him, which was small since he was under ten. It shakes me that this is the anarchy that is spotted in our average society, no matter the province.

To refer back to your letter, I have not attempted to contact Queenie. She could be anywhere in New York and I would have no idea, is she being wrongfully used? No, she is too intelligent for that to pursue. Queenie indefinitely knows what is right and what is wrong, but she struggles with thinking through her head instead of her heart. I've cried and worked through restless nights with the loss of my sister. I rarely sleep in my bedroom, as I am reminded of her. Shall I move out? It has been far too long, and my team has been questioning my health. Though humorous, I have always imagined Queenie walking every step of life with me. When we were children, I told her that I would be her 'Maid Of Honour' when she wanted to get married. It was all we ever talked about back then, it was all we were expected to think and do. Queenie even told me that she would sew my wedding dress; since even when we were children, Queenie loved creating and blossoming new ideas to physically formulate.

It changed when I started working for MACUSA like my mother had done so many years back. She was one of the few when women began to achieve rights. It was almost studious when my parents met and got together. As if they were pre-determined they would have been in love, they both shared opposite features and personalities. Though, that doesn't matter, does it? It is already embedded in the phrase, "Opposite attracts."

Both you and I are similar, I presume.

How wonderful are your creatures? (I am sorry for my rambles about myself, it is quite a habit that I am often used to conversing with Queenie about.) It is such a shame I am not able to see what has changed. From what I have heard, they have not been terrorising the city. They have made great improvement is all I can imagine. All I want to do is ask you questions about them: How are their enclosures? Has your place been a mess? Was it hard getting them back into their original home from the travels, or do I presume they do not live in that suitcase all day? That would be absurd. They deserve the utmost respect, no matter the infringement.

From what I have heard, England has been quite damped these few days. I wonder if these change Niffler sleeping patterns, as was discussed in your novel. In your novel, where you published facts and information on various magical creatures. I can not contain my excitement from how positive I feel for you. "Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them" by Newt Scamander, is your deal-breaking novel.

I have read your words so many times that I have lost count. The writing is so intense and influential, that I may only figure out how exhausted you possibly are. Your book signing throughout your country must be all too new and difficult. There seems to be trouble in thinking of you talking about your book behind a desk to hundreds of people. Your personality is too articulate and independent to be both confident and provocative in knowledge. Do let me know how difficult it is for you, with all of the unwanted handshakes and so.

Kind regards,

Tina Goldstein."

Tina folded the paper and place it in the note, only to eventually leave it on her kitchen counter. Her posture was more lethargic, and her eyes seemed more dark and enclosed than usual.

She walked to her bedside table where she picked up the "Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them" novel, with her thumb swaying over the name 'Newt Scamander.' It made her stomach flutter, she dreamt of him the prior night. Where they both had to complete questions in the field of mathematics to solve a clue relating to one of her latest quests.

With a deep sigh, she placed the book down and walked to the bathroom. While freshening up, Tina couldn't help but blush at how forward she came across in her letter. Perhaps she should have changed the wording, though what else can she talk about if it is not related to herself?

"Oh darn," She swore breathlessly when she wiped her face with a damp cloth, "The gift." Her eyes widened, as she leaned back and forth in a whine. What was it that she would get him? There were stuffed toys, which seemed too childish. There was the option of a book, which can be interpreted as her saying that one novel is better than another. Or, there was the answer of jewellery. Though, not any. Perhaps, cufflinks. Cufflinks that are not only relatively cheap but so indefinitely Newt couldn't stop remembering them.

Three days prior, Tina walked past an obscure and devious store near the train station. She decided to enter, and on her arrival, noticed a pair of cufflinks on display. On said silver cufflinks, was a small embedded leaf, which oddly looked like Twigg. It was not noticeable, but she felt a form of commitment when she saw it, it reminded her of him. That would be the perfect gift to give.

With that in her mind, she took enough money and scurried off to work. After her six-hour shift, she finally made it to the store. The store smelled of high-induced incense and of sweat, which made her eyes water.

Walking up to the cashier with her head turning in obsolete directions in amazement, she stumbled in speech and movement. "Well, uh… Can I buy those leaf cufflinks on display?" Tina tried to sound delicate and smiled in retort.

"Sure." The cashier was a male who wore a burgundy cardigan, and loudly chewed on mints. His teeth grinding, making small noises throughout the ship. The cashier's eyes lingered on the enclosure that held the cufflinks, which he struggled to open with a key. He eventually took the cufflinks and threw them in a mixture of fancy-protective tissue and a small black bag. Tina handed him money, which he hurriedly received and processed.

The man waved her off to move along, where she muttered a light "Thank you."

Tina felt her mind and body conflicted with one another. Her movements seem lethargic, and her mind racing. She had always been an over-thinker, and lately, it had been worse than ever. What if Queenie had died, and was trying to find me? What if Newt only conversed with her because of pity? What if Grindelwald was going to attack her next?

She quickly took the gift and left the shop, with a high-pitched bell ringing after her. Tina's body shivered in uneasiness when she passed through various individuals to her home. She opened the entrance, where she had no intention to have a conversation.

"Oh, Tina lovely, where has Queenie been?" Mrs Esposito questioned from the confines of the laundry room once Tina entered. She knew this moment would have been asked, it was about time. Unfortunately, she just wished she could have prolonged the discussion.

"She had been relocated for work, she will be back after a while." Tina scurried up the stair, sliding down the door once closed. Her own words entranced her in a haze. Not moving for five minutes. '…she will be back after a while,' ringed in her mind.

Pulling herself up, Tina placed the gift into a small leftover cardboard box. She placed the letters inside. Her cheeks flushed red, it was embarrassing how much she cared for Newt, and especially his opinion. She still imagines him in his teal-blue coat, so undeniably warm, gripping his suitcase. Tina never cared much for aesthetics in men, but Newt seemed different. She can find herself slipping into her mind, where she could touch his bright hair. His movement was unique, something she was proud to have indulged in. Newt's smile, with how his dimples were present on both sides of his face.

It was a shame that Newt had been relocated somewhere else, across the world. Tina wanted nothing more than to see him, love him, and hear him. He was beautiful, beyond anything else she had ever seen.

And she knew she fancied him.

With tight movement, Tina moved the gift and note into a slimmer box, where she addressed it to 'Mr. Scamander." A smile was present in the room, with only the walls to see her alive. The following day, she would place her mail at the Wizarding Post Office.