'Miss Goldstein.'

Queenie spun around so quickly that the coffee in her hand went crashing to the floor. Oh well, Newt's English coffee was terrible anyway.

Theseus pulled out his wand. 'Reparo.' The broken pieces of the mug flew back together again. 'Evanesco.' The spilt coffee vanished.

It was the middle of the night, but Queenie had been unable to sleep. They'd arrived in England late in the day, and the Scamander brothers had decided that they'd better wait until the next day to visit Hogwarts. So, Newt had found space in his enchanted basement for everyone, even Theseus and Leta, because Theseus said 'I'm not leaving my little brother without supervision.' Newt had protested that Tina was an Auror and could be the supervision, not to mention everyone else who was staying with him, but Theseus recognised no authority but his own.

Queenie knew better though. Any of them could easily have died in that amphitheatre and Theseus was having nightmares of alternately losing Leta and Newt.

It's not as if Queenie was faring much better. She'd woken with a start, when the dream version of herself had walked straight through the flames and joined Credence on Grindelwald's side of the war. Shaken, she'd clambered upstairs and tried to fix herself a strong drink. So caught up in her thoughts that she didn't hear Theseus come up behind her.

'M-Mr Scamander.'

'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to alarm you,' Theseus said. He took in Queenie's messy hair and bloodshot eyes. 'Couldn't sleep?'

Queenie shrugged. She didn't exactly want to share the contents of her recent nightmare with the Head Auror of the British Ministry of Magic.

'Me neither,' Theseus muttered.

Theseus was even harder to read than Newt, even though she knew he was hurting. It wasn't just the accent either, though that didn't help. Theseus must have been a trained Occlumens, and even now with his guard down, his instincts were keeping up a barrier. It must be exhausting, whether or not he realised it.

'Listen, Miss Goldstein -'

'Queenie.'

'Yes, Queenie,' Theseus smiled a little as he said her name. 'I wanted to thank you. For saving Leta. I can't begin to thank you enough, but she means the world to me. You were so brave, and if you hadn't -' He didn't want to voice that possibility. Leta's fine. Because of Queenie. Leta's fine.

'It's all right,' Queenie said. She smiled a little too. Theseus subconscious Occlumency didn't extend to thoughts about Leta, it seemed. When he thought about Leta, his mind was wide open, pouring out his adoration with his fiancee. It was rather adorable. 'Anyway, Leta already thanked me. Besides, she was the one doing the fighting. All I did was Apparate here and there.'

'At any rate, Miss Go-, I mean, Queenie. Thank you.'

There was so much sincerity in his voice that Queenie nearly started crying again - she must break that habit; it was getting rather taxing on her tear ducts. 'You're welcome. Theseus.'

Seemingly satisfied with this response, Theseus changed the subject. 'Now, Newt said that you and Jacob might be looking to immigrate.'

Queenie nodded. 'Jacob's a No-Maj, you see, and in America...'

'Yes, Yes Rappaport's ridiculous law,' Theseus nodded. 'Would you like me to arrange your immigration papers?'

Queenie's eyes widened. She hadn't really thought about the logistics, only realising that it was typically a long and complicated process. After the battle, Jacob had assured her that he wanted to go through with it. But they'd both expected years of living in hiding before they could immigrate legally. But Theseus was Head Auror, and if he were to arrange it...

'You'd do that? Really?'

Theseus almost laughed at the way her face lit up like a child on Christmas morning. He suddenly saw the youth in her eyes. Queenie was really very young.

'Yes, Queenie,' said Theseus. 'I owe you infinitely more than a Ministry favour, and beside, if Newt ever gets his act together with your sister, you and I could be family one day.'

For once in her life, Queenie was speechless. 'Why, yes, that would be wonderful!'

Theseus nodded importantly. 'I will arrange it then. And one more thing. Your sister.'

'Tina? What about Tina?'

'She's an exceptional Auror.'

Queenie grinned. 'Yes, she is.'

'I want her to work for me. MACUSA's going to fight to hold on to her, but if you might talk to her, give her a prod in the right direction...'

Queenie's smile widened. It felt good to smile. 'Of course, Theseus, leave it to me.'

'Excellent,' said Theseus. 'Well then, goodnight, Queenie.'

And with this farewell, he retreated back down to Newt's basement, leaving Queenie in a much happier state than he'd found her.