"What?", Queenie was starting to feel a little scared now. Theseus looked like a nice guy, but from the way Newt has been acting, from his need to talk in private, consistently looking out the door to make sure they weren't be overheard, to his hesitation to answer her question.
"Well.", Pausing for a moment to once again stick his head out the door. "You know how, Tina always says that I have really bad self preservation skills?
"Newt, I don't think Tina's the only person who says that".
"Well, Theseus is like me but tens time worse and he's been in a really bad mental state lately. I don't know how much I've told you about him. But he played a rather large role in war and ever since, he's been… different in way. You see, one of his war buddies just... just killed himself and honestly, I'm worried about Theseus. He may seem fine, but I… I just don't want him to do anything stupid".
Queenie let out a sigh of relief. For a second, she had thought Newt was going to say something crazy. Of course, she felt bad for the war hero, but it was nice to know that he wasn't going to turn into a dragon or something during his sleep. "Okay, so, I'm assuming you just want me to be here for him. Unless you want me to read his, you know, mind". Queenie already knew that one Scamander reacted badly to legilimency and she wasn't exactly looking for another bad reaction.
Newt looked up, meeting her gaze, something that rarely ever happened. "I want you to do what you have to do".
His brother had been gone for an hour now, Queenie had shown him to a room. It was nice, it had a single bed, with a rather lovely quilt, and across from the bed was a dark wooden dresser, which held many framed photos. Some of which looked as if they had been cut out of newspapers. Theseus had, at first attempted to avoid looking at the pictures, already feeling as if he was being invasive. But he couldn't stop himself once he saw that Newt was in most of the pictures.
There was a picture of Newt, Queenie Goldstein, who he had just met, and two unknown people. The four of them seemed to be standing in a bakery. The man was rather short and was holding a plate full of pastries that looked a lot like niffler and the lady, she had dark, short hair and unlike the other three, she was not smiling. But Newt was smiling and that was the important part.
He had originally been worried about his little brother, who often preferred to avoid humans and spend all his time in his case with his creatures. So, it was nice to see Newt having fun with other humans, he was glad that his little brother had made friends. It was nice to know that there were other people looking out for the rather adventurous magizoologist.
Queenie had told him that dinner would be ready soon. Although he was slightly confused at her chosen method of cooking, he rarely ever seen any wizards making hand cooked meals. He found the muggle way of cooking was rather slow, he much preferred using magic. It was faster and there was less of a chance of him messing up. Course, he would never admit that.
After inspecting the photos and spending a few minutes trying and failing to keep himself occupied, he decided to go out to the kitchen. As soon as he walked into the kitchen he was overtaken by a heavenly smell.
"I just took the lasagna out of the oven. It's probably pretty hot, but help yourself", Queenie gestured to the pan on the stove from across the room. She seemed to be looking for something as she dug through her cupboards.
Theseus grabbed one of the glass plates from the counter and proceeded to fill his plate with lasagna that certainly smelled and looked amazing
Queenie must have either found what she was searching for or she gave up. She joined him at the table with her own plate. "What do you think? I was trying to cook it the no-mag way".
The conversation was quite delayed as Theseus was a little too busy eating to give an immediate reply, "It's amazing. Although, I can't help but wonder why you chose to make it without magic".
"Well, there's this baker downtown that cooks the most wonderful food without magic, so, I thought I would give it try, it's quite relaxing really". Queenie felt a slight blush creep upon her cheeks as she thought of the no-mag baker.
"I suppose it might be. However, I'm the type of the person that, somehow, finds a way to mess up scrambled eggs", Theseus said with a smile on face. Remembering the time, he and Newt were home alone as kids and of course Newt wanted scrambled eggs, which Theseus didn't know how to cook. Newt always teases him about the failed attempt, it was the reason why his mother never let him anywhere near her kitchen, even years after the incident.
"You know, Newt talks quite the bit about you, told us that you're an auror" Queenie replied, changing the topic in hopes of learning more about the older Scamander.
"Yes, I've been working for the British ministry for a few years now", he was quite surprised that Newt talked about him. With all of Newt's traveling, they didn't see each often as Theseus would have liked. However, they were still quite protective of each other, and the number of times Theseus had to save Newt from being arrested was almost uncountable. Course, most them were because Newt felt the need to save every creature in his sight and was willing to go to any length to achieve his goal.
"And what did you do before that?", Queenie knew she was pushing her limits asking a question like that. Newt had told her that Theseus had participated and played quite a big role in the war. She knew that Theseus most likely had some bad memories. But Newt was scared for his brother's health and they both knew that talking about it would most definitely help Theseus feel better.
"Queenie, I don't mean to be rude. But I think I'm going to retire for the night, I've had a rather long day", and with that, he stood from seat and went back to what would be his room for the next few days.