DRUMROLL, PLEASE... this is the very last chapter of Making Memories! It was hella fun writing this fanfic and you guys made me so happy all the time. Maybe I'll publish a continuation someday, but I still don't know. Thank you so much for all the support and appreciation. I love you, dudes!

Tina went to bed with a troubled mind at five o'clock and didn't fall asleep until Newt woke up at eight. It was a coincidence that he awoke when she nodded off; in fact, she would have found his conscious presence something of a bother to her sleep.

Newt knew something was wrong the moment he entered the sitting room. Queenie was resting fitfully on the couch. She stirred the moment he stepped in, gave him a forced smile that drooped immediately and quickly turned to face the wall. Frowning, Newt sat down on the carpet and tried to think what he'd done to make his fiancée's sister upset with him.

"Queenie?" he ventured, still a little daunted by emotional women. "Are you… okay?"

Queenie audibly bit her lip, scraping her teeth along the skin. "Fine. I'm- I'm fine."

"You don't sound fine."

"I think you know Teen better than you know me, Newt, so believe me when I say I'm fine."

He blinked, taken aback by her uncharacteristically harsh tone, but didn't pry further. The Goldsteins, as he had discovered, were best left alone when they were miserable.

Coughing, Newt adjusted his legs and turned to face the fireplace. It was unlit, yesterday's fire having gone out hours ago. Something shiny glimmered among the cold ashes; a ring, stolen by the Niffler perhaps weeks ago. He leaned forwards, picked it out of the soot and inspected it. The gold band was engraved with a QG; obviously, it was Queenie's.

"Look what I found." Newt said in a faux cheerful tone, trying to get her in a better mood. After all, he liked her as a friend. Nobody that happy with life should be so down in the dumps.

Queenie turned her head slowly. She glimpsed the ring and made a tiny choking noise, then made herself grin in an obviously fake manner and accepted her lost trinket from Newt. And after that she spun around again and wouldn't look him in the eye.

Newt leaned backwards onto his palms as realization dawned on his face. "Queenie… is this about the wedding..?"

The blonde sister gulped and turned around. She wasn't crying, exactly, but her eyes were visibly red and her lower lip wobbled as she stared Newt down.

"Yeah." Queenie said after a moment. "This is about the wedding."

There was quiet for a second.

"What about it-"

"I know!" Queenie exclaimed out of the blue, so loudly that Newt glanced at the entrance to see if Tina had awoken. "I know, I know, it's so very selfish of me to feel bad about the two of you getting married- about Teenie being your fiancée-"

The word fiancée gave Newt a funny squirmy feeling in his stomach, something rather new and odd. Fiancée. He and Tina were getting married.

"-But… Newt, Teen said the two of you would move to England..?"

Newt nodded. "I suppose we will."

Queenie bit her lip, eyebrows furrowed in an emotional struggle. "That's what she said. And- I just- oh, I won't stand being alone! I know it's awfully selfish and I'll have Jacob and all but I'll miss Teen so terribly. I ain't never been on my own before, Newt, and I'll manage just fine- better than Teenie would on her own –but still, I don't know what to do!"

Shocked by the outburst, Newt just looked at Queenie for a minute. Calculating what he should do.

She shook her head, a weak smile drifting onto her lips. "Oh, Newt. Just ignore me. I'm bein' ridiculous."

He nodded slowly, then got up and left Queenie on her own. Retreating into the safety of his own guestroom, Newt could think properly.

He heard Tina when she woke up; the bedsprings creaked slightly and she let out a little yawn. Newt's heart skipped a little. She'd be so upset to hear Queenie's reaction to the wedding- as a matter of fact, so was he. They'd have to talk.

"Tina?" Newt rapped softly on her half-closed door. "Can… can I come in?"

The reply came a few seconds later: "Oh, yeah."

He eased the door open, movement gentle with no explanation. Tina was curled up on her bed, sheets messed up, arms wrapped around her knees. She gave him a tired smile when he walked in.

"Good morning." she said.

"Good morning, love." Newt used a nickname, then blushed a fiery red and ducked his head.

Tina smirked at his hair and took his dangling hand in hers.

A few moments later, Newt spoke up. "Tina, we-"

"-Need to talk." She finished his sentence.

"Queenie?"

"Queenie."

They both sighed. Newt sat down on the bed, Tina shuffling aside to make room for him.

"She's miserable." Newt said. "And the two of you are so close- and I love her like a sister, of course –that we can't just let her cope or get over it."

"I know what she's feeling. We've rarely ever been separated from eachother, Newt, and this- this is something huge. Life changing."

He tapped his foot on the floor, letting out nervous energy. "They could come with us. She and Jacob- to England."

"What, and leave New York?" Tina sounded skeptical.

"Well… England is more tolerant of Muggles. So if they want to get married too-"

The last word hung in the air between the engaged couple. Tina shrugged wedding thoughts away.

"That's true." She agreed. "But they might not want to go. Rules can be bent, you know. And Jacob has his bakery here, finally. And our house- we've lived in it since we were born."

"Right. Right. You're right, of course. It's not worth it to leave the city. Never mind." Newt drooped.

Sighing, Tina rubbed her ankle. "No, actually. Now that I think about it… I can't let her stay. We both know how close she and Jacob are, and it's only a matter of time before some MACUSA official comes snooping around and sees them kissing or something. If that happens even I can't save them and I won't allow it."

"Then talk to her. Tell her. She and Jacob, they can come with us to England and open a new bakery. Move all your things to a new house where they can be happy together without hiding it."

Tina nodded slowly. "Okay."

Queenie listened to all what Tina said and replied with a simple: "no."

"What?" Tina frowned, eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean no?"

"I mean no, Teenie. Jacob and I can't leave New York. This is our home."

"You can never be together."

"We will."

"You'll get ARRESTED, Queenie!"

"I'll know when they come. And when they do we'll join you in England. But not yet, Teen, we can't just yet."

Tina let out a frustrated groan and buried her face in her hands. She started pacing the sitting room with long, agitated strides.

"This is ridiculous, Queenie. You CAN'T POSSIBLEY KNOW WHEN THEY'LL COME. I CAN'T LOSE YOU AS WELL!"

Queenie put her hand on her sister's shoulder. Tina slumped and fell down on the couch, exhausted, closing her eyes to block out angry tears. Her little sister took her palm and squeezed it, flooding Tina's mind with childhood memories. That little squeeze- Queenie had always done it when she was nervous and excited. When the two of them went to Hogwarts, when Newt came back, when Queenie'd run home to tell Tina Jacob remembered… all of those times had come with a quick squeeze of Tina's hand and a smile from Queenie.

Tina turned to her sister. Queenie was smiling now as well.

"Listen, Teen." She said, gently and quietly. "I swear, we will come join you in England. And it won't be in such a long time. But for now we wanna stay here."

"You can't get married."

"We'll come to England to get married. It sounds pretty foreign, that should be nice."

Tina sighed but nodded once, finally realizing that Queenie's mind would not be changed.

"So…" she asked tentatively. "You're okay with me leaving for England?"

Queenie giggled. "Of course! It's January now and you said you'll get married in May. That's only four months and then you'll be back for the wedding. And I said we'll join you in England soon enough. I've been thinking, Teen, and I really must learn how to stand on my own two feet. I'll be completely fine."

Tina bit her lip and then burst into tears.

It was a windy day in New York Harbor a week or so later, as four figures stood by a docked ship to say their goodbyes.

Newt and Tina were wrapped up in coats and scarves, each holding a suitcase and seeming incredibly nervous and worried. Tina's hair was hastily brushed back from her pale face and her voice wobbled as she told Queenie not to leave the fire burning when she left the house. Queenie knew that since age seventeen but didn't mention it, nodding over and over to make Tina calmer.

Jacob Kowalski had his hands in his jacket pockets. He smiled forlornly at Newt, who towered a good few inches above him.

"Leavin' again?" Jacob asked.

Newt shrugged. "I couldn't really stay, Jacob, it's not my home."

"It's the girls' home."

"I suppose it is. I do wonder if Tina will want to return. There's no earthly way I'll keep her in England if she doesn't want to stay there with me- Merlin' Beard, Jacob, I really think she's going to take charge of my life now."

Jacob grinned and put a hand on Newt's shoulder. "Pal, that's generally a good thing."

Newt nodded, gave Jacob a beam, and turned to his fiancée. Tina was just rattling off a few last suggestions, rambling out of nerves.

"Oh, leave it!" Queenie grabbed her sister into a fierce hug. Tina dropped her suitcase and hugged her back, harder than she ever had. Both women blinked tears out of their eyes with no avail, the stinging wind and emotional moment making their cheeks wet in moments.

Tina pulled away to look into Queenie's face. They were both openly crying now, and Queenie shakenly wiped her eyes and gave Tina a wobbly smile.

"Silly me." She said, then let out a sob. "Oh, but Teenie, I'm going to miss you so much!"

Tina sniffed violently, then shoved a strand of damp hair behind her air to clear her face. "We'll see eachother soon, Queenie, in May. The wedding, remember? And Newt and I will look for a house for you two when we're in England. Newt was thinking Dorset, it's lovely there."

"We can bring the candlesticks." Queenie added, starting to smile again. "And all our childhood dolls."

"I'd like that." Tina beamed, repeating what she'd said last farewell at this very same dock.

Newt lifted his suitcase a bit and nodded his head towards the ship, gently signaling that they needed to leave. Tina bit her lip and gave her little sister one last hug, waving goodbye to Jacob and taking her suitcases to follow Newt up the ramp to the ship's deck.

The wind whipped Newt and Tina's hair as they stood together on the front deck of the slowly moving ship. They could see New York gradually becoming farther away, but it was still close enough to glimpse the two figures- one black and one pink –waving enthusiastically from the docks.

They waved back until Queenie and Jacob were no more than specks on the stretch of harbor and the Statue of Liberty was already beckoning them to return. Then Tina took a shuddering breath and grinned widely. Her hand found Newt's and clasped it, glad to be standing there with him.

And as the city became no more than a splotch of brown and green and grey behind them in the ocean, Newt and Tina looked over all the time they'd passed together and fondly recalled all the wonderful memories they'd made.

AN footnote: there WILL be a bonus chapter for Newtina's wedding scene, because I'm a loserish liar. Stay tuned...