CONFIDENTIAL

For the attention of Porpentina Goldstein:

Dear Miss Goldstein,

I thank you for your tactful request for information. I have consulted with our Magizoologist and he believes the culprit is a Billywig. Levitation caused by a Billywig's sting will stop on its own after a few days. There is no known cure to speed up the process.

The Billywig is native to Australia. It is more partial to stinging emus than humans. It may be captured by casting an extended arresto momentum around a flock of emus. Once the Billywig arrives and flies into the spell, it an be Stunned and contained.

Good luck.

Yours sincerely,

Theseus Scamander

Head Auror

British Ministry of Magic

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'By Morrigan, where are we supposed to find a flock of emus in New York?'

Tina had just recounted the contents of Theseus' memo to Queenie, and was now sprawled on her bed in despair. Queenie, listening intently, gazed down at her from her perch on her own bed.

'If only Newt was here,' Tina moaned.

To be honest, she'd been wishing Newt were here every day since he'd left. But now she had an excuse to express it. Newt would know exactly what to do, emus or none.

'Teenie, it's all right to miss him,' Queenie said, and Tina turned her head to look at her sister. Queenie's eyes were wide, and a little damp. Tina sat up immediately.

'Oh, Queenie, I'm sorry. I know you miss Jacob.'

Queenie blinked rapidly. Her eyes dried, but they were still very bright. 'It's all right, Teen. It's not like he's across the ocean. He's right here, in New York. I just can't-'

'I know,' Tina said softly. Speaking of Jacob, Tina wouldn't have minded his presence either. He wasn't Newt, but he had that special aura of cheerfulness about him. Not to mention he was very loyal, very brave - he punched Gnarlak, for mercy's sake. No wonder Queenie thought the world of him. And he'd had more experience catching creatures than either herself of Queenie. Yes, it would've been good to have Jacob with them.

'Teenie...'

Tina was jolted out of her thoughts by Queenie's intent gaze. Queenie's eyes were damp again, and she was leaning forward, a hesitant question forming upon her lips. She'd clearly heard all of Tina's thoughts about Jacob.

'What is it, Queenie?' Tina was careful that 'don't read my mind' didn't slip out of her lips. She knew Queenie couldn't help it, especially now. Queenie always had most trouble controlling her powers when she was upset.

'If you think Jacob could help, well, perhaps we should go and see him.'

'Queenie, what on earth...?'

'He's opened up a bakery with the silver shells that Newt gave him.'

Tina sighed. 'Queenie, I know you miss him, but he was Obliviated, remember? Are you sure it's a good idea to see him?'

'He mightn't have forgotten everything. It's not like he was Obliviated with a spell. Maybe the Swooping Evil venom is different. Please, Tina, I think I sensed something, you know, just before we Disapparated? When Jacob was standing in the rain? Jacob thinks so loudly. I think I saw something. Please, Teen, it surely can't hurt to check?'

Queenie sounded so earnest, so desperate, that the 'no' on Tina's tongue faltered just behind her lips. What if Queenie was right, that Jacob didn't forget everything? They could get Jacob back again...but MACUSA would Obliviate him for sure...but they didn't have to tell MACUSA...just like she hadn't told them about the Billywig. But then what if Jacob had truly forgotten? Queenie might've thought she'd sensed something, that dreadful day in the rain, but what if Queenie was wrong? After all, she must be so desperate to believe that Jacob might remember. What if they turned up at the bakery, and Jacob had truly forgotten? She didn't think she could bear to see Queenie get hurt all over again.

'I won't, Teen, I promise. Besides, it can't hurt more than it already does.'

That did it. If there was the slightest chance that Jacob remembered, for Queenie's sake, Tina had to try.

'Okay. But we have to be careful. Let's make a plan.'