I should have waited a bit longer... but here it is!

It was a glorious spring morning in late May.
The weather seemed to finally realize it was no longer Winter; flowers popped out of the warm earth overnight, green leaves blossomed on the tops of majestic trees, butterflies floated on light breezes as if part of a utopian poem. Everything was so magical it almost seemed like some overexcited person's imagination.

For a couple on their wedding day in Upstate New York, the day was so special it may as well be a dream.

Tina Goldstein tightly held the hand of her husband-to-be, Newt Scamander. She was deathly nervous and didn't want to show it.

"Everything okay?" Newt whispered, giving her palm a loving squeeze. "You're all pale."

Tina breathed out slowly. "I'm actually terrified."

"Why? Is marrying me that scary?"

Tina giggled in a worried, high-pitched voice.

"It's not you." She explained. "It's me. I'm afraid I'll mess your special day up and ruin it."

"It's not my special day. It's ours. And I'd be honored if you ruined it. I can't think of anyone else I'd rather mess up my wedding day than you." Newt insisted.

She smiled a little smile, small but genuine.

"Okay." She murmured, "Let's do this."

The crowd at the wedding was small and intimate. Queenie and Jacob were there, of course, along with Newt's parents and even a few workers from MACUSA. Madame Picquery herself arrived for a bit, as did Abernathy. Apart from that were a handful of Newt and Tina's friends from their school years, and that was it.

Everyone swooned over the dashing couple. Tina wore a white dress made of several layers of delicate and soft satin-like fabric, which illuminated her joyous face and gave her a warm glow. Two small pearl hairslides pulled back her raven-black bangs, one slide on each side of her head. Newt was dressed in a simple suit and shined shoes, but he wore a neat bow tie and had a little rosebud pinned to his jacket and wore such a look of exhilaration on his face that he seemed even handsomer. The to-be-weds held hands throughout almost the entire reception, which gave off an air of complete devotion.

Finally the reception ended. The guests all sat in white chairs surrounding two long wood tables, each with a plate of food before them. Tina caught Queenie eye and nodded approvingly. Queenie grinned back; she and Jacob had made the wedding meal together, and she was glad Tina liked it.

Newt cleared his throat. The sound was quiet, unheard; the guests kept chattering amongst themselves.

"Ahem." Tina coughed, rapping her spoon against her champagne glass.

That got attention. Everyone silenced and turned to Newt's and Tina's table. Newt flashed Tina a grateful smile, then started talking.

"Hello, everybody." He said. "Um, I'd like to start off with a few clarifications. The Best Man is typically the groom's brother, but… well, my brother Theseus has gone missing in action a few months ago. I'm convinced he'll be back home very soon, but for today he couldn't join us. Therefore, that would make the Best Man my best friend. As of now, my best friend is Jacob Kowalski."

Newt flourished an arm in Jacob and Queenie's direction. Jacob gave a little wave.

"Now, no offense, Jacob, but I got this feeling that I need to say something today." Newt went on. "So I'll be making my own Best Man speech. That could make me my own Best Man, except that Tina wants to say something as well. And I'll let her speak before me, not because it's gentlemanlike to do so, but because she's in charge."

Laughter from the guests. Tina smiled and raised an eyebrow, as if agreeing with what he said.

"Anyhow. Tina, as my Best Woman, you are welcome to stand and deliver your speech."

The crowd clapped as Tina stood. Her chair fell over into the grass as she pushed it backwards; Newt rescued her and propped it back on its feet before anyone could notice. Tina flashed him a nervous grin, then turned to the guests and cleared her throat.

"When Newt proposed to me, ladies and gentlemen, I was absolutely overjoyed. Of course I was; I mean, he is Newt, after all. I asked him: Am I dreaming? His reply was: I hope not, because dreams have to end."

Loud Awwws from the guests.

"Now, everybody, that really is a very poetic sentence." Tina went on. "But I was thinking, and- not all dreams have to end. Some dreams start suddenly and go on forever. As proof, I stand here today. This wedding, this everything, is like a dream. So perfect, so beautiful, so unimaginably magical. Like a dream, everything about today seems too magnificent to be true. So, Newt, I'd like to correct you on that one thing. Everything from this point onwards is going to be a wonderful dream. Sometimes dreams can get surreal or confusing or intense. But it will never be a nightmare, and it'll be the best dream I've ever had. And let me tell you this: I am never, ever, waking up."

All the guests rose to their feet at once and clapped violently. A few people cheered loudly, whooping. Queenie wiped at her eyes, a proud smile on her face despite her tears.

Newt stood up. He grabbed Tina and hugged her tightly, silently snuffling into her hair.

"Thank you." He mumbled. "That was amazing."

"It's true, all of it. Every word I said."

Newt moved backwards to look into her face. He was crying quite a bit, so it was hard to see exactly what she looked like. But it was evident she was just as emotional as he was.

"That's good to know." Newt sob-laughed.

Jacob coughed, glancing around at the rest of the guests. "Newt, you planning to make a speech as well? Because you're taking your time."

Tina gave a chuckle. "He has a point. Go on."

She sat down again, looking up at her husband-to-be with a violently beating heart.

"Right." Newt said. "Sorry. Just… you know. Emotions."

Snickers from the crowd. Newt smiled bashfully.

"Anyway." He began properly. "As I hope you all know, women like to be complimented. As do men, as does everybody. Personally, I think each person has a unique beauty. A unique quality that should be complimented all the time. Queenie, for example- over there, Tina's sister –is flowers. Any flower, all flowers. From daisies to roses to tulips, Queenie undeniably has a great charm. But don't worry, Jacob, Tina, friends. I'm not starting anything with Queenie. I'm here to talk about Tina."

The guests laughed at Newt's light and sweet humor. Tina remained silent, her eyes fixed on Newt, heart pounding, waiting to hear what he said next.

"Now, no offense to the women here today, but Tina is perhaps the most stunning person I know. She is the sun: she's bright, she amazing, she brings light to my life. As of now, I don't think I could survive long without her. When she goes away, it's like the world is dark and cold. Tina, are you listening? Because I want you to hear this and remember this. You are my sun. You bring me joy and warmth. You are beautiful; you never 'look' beautiful, because you always were. Always are. Even without trying, you are beautiful. You are the sun, Tina Goldstein, and you are inextinguishable. You are my sun."

There was a silence for a few seconds. Then, Jacob started clapping. Loudly and hardly. That roused the touched guests, who dabbed at their damp eyes and joined in the applause.

Tina was crying. Tears flowed down her rosy cheeks as she embraced Newt tightly, sobbing.

"Mercy Lewis, Newt." She whispered, choked up. "When..? How-"

He pulled back, hand on her shoulder, and gently wiped her eyes dry. It was a sweet gesture, but Tina kept weeping.

"As a wise person said before me, 'It's true, all of it. Every word I said.'." Newt told her.

Tina laughed, a tearful chuckle that bubbled from her choking-like and reminded them both of their first goodbye.

"That farewell, at the docks." Newt whispered to her. "It was our first goodbye and our last goodbye."

"I thought so as well. Why?"

He delicately touched her hair again, softly and affectionately like he had that day.

"Because I'm never letting you go again."

AN footnote: Goodbye everyone, and I hope you enjoyed Making Memories!