'But you ain't never wanted me to read Newt's mind!' Queenie protested, 'You told me 'specially not to tell you what he was thinking!'

Tina sighed, nursing her cocoa between her chilled fingers. 'I know, Queenie, but this is serious. There's six No-Majs and an Auror floating around MACUSA right now and we gotta figure out how to fix this.'

Queenie sighed too. 'I know, Teenie. But I ain't gonna be much help. Newt didn't spend much time thinking about his manuscripts, and you know how I'm bad at accents.'

'You're kidding, right? He stayed a whole week before his ship sailed. He must've thought of his book. Please, Queenie, anything could help.' Tina vaguely wondered if Queenie was doing this on purpose. She'd been really hurt by the loss of Jacob; maybe she was holding out on her sister as a last attempt to wrestle her life into control.

Too late, she tried to retract the thought. Queenie's brow furrowed and her nose crinkled with hurt. 'I wouldn't ever do that, Teenie, you know that.'

'I know, I'm sorry.'

Queenie brushed it off. She was good at that - she'd had a lot of practice catching onto the tail end of hurtful, if inadvertent, thoughts. 'It's true though,' Queenie said earnestly. 'Newt wasn't thinking about his book much.'

Tina continued to look perplexed. He had been so quiet. What on earth had been on his mind?

'Oh, I think you know, Tina,' Queenie said gently. She took a sip of her own cocoa. 'Or at least, you hope. Why, Tina, he was thinking about you.'

Tina wasn't quite sure how to react. She was torn between frustration that Newt never once thought anything useful about the whizzing insect, and a warm glow of pleasure that Newt had been so attentive to her through all the time he'd been here. He'd even promised to come back. Hope blossomed in Tina's chest and she had to stare hard at her cocoa in order to focus on the situation at hand.

'Course he likes you, Tina,' Queenie said, her tone light and teasing. She didn't need to be Legilimens to see what her sister was thinking. Tina's cheeks were glowing red, and it wasn't because she'd just come out of the cold New York air.

'Give it a rest, Queenie,' Tina muttered, embarrassed. She decided it was safer to change the subject back to the levitating No-Majs. 'Well, if Newt didn't think anything helpful that you could pick up on, I guess we'd better ask him.'

Queenie's smile broadened. 'You're going to talk to Newt? How're you planning to do that?'

Queenie's question sent another burst of butterflies through Tina's veins. Talk to Newt? Was that possible? What would she say? What would he say?

But Tina shook the thoughts out of her head. It would be highly inappropriate to use MACUSA emergency channels for personal communications. Not to mention the fact that Newt would surely get into serious trouble if Picquery knew one of his creatures was still here. No, she needed to be more subtle.

'That's a good point,' Queenie nodded as she followed Tina's train of thought. For once, Tina didn't mind. Queenie was pretty good at helpful ideas sometimes; maybe this would be one of those times.

'Hey Teenie,' Queenie said suddenly. 'Doesn't Newt's brother work at the Brit's version of MACUSA? You can always tell Picquery the Brits have experience with this kind of thing and get her to consult him.'

Tina remained silent for a moment, digesting this idea. Then, she suddenly put down her mug and wrapped her arms around her sister. 'Queenie, you are brilliant!' she exclaimed. She grabbed her coat and made a beeline for the door. 'I'll see you later, okay?'

'Love you!' Queenie called, but her sister was already out the door.