Hey Guys! Sorry my chapters are so short. I would rather post shorter but quicker updates rather than have you wait a week or more for a longer chapter, especially with finals approaching. As Always feel free to tell me what you think! I love hearing from all of you :)
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Newt had just finished a whirlwind week, dealing with the minister's interrogation of Grindewald's capture and what role Theseus Scamander's younger brother played. From there, Newt was able to submit his book to the Department of Magical Creatures and was finally able to breathe. From meetings and final edits coupled with his duties to his creatures, he felt beaten. It was on the following Saturday when he felt the pressing need and ability to write to Ms. Goldstein for the first time. Just thinking of her brought a smile to his face. Newt was typically dismissive of other people because of their grotesque ways of stomping out life for a profit. He, however, felt an instant attraction to the young auror. She was beautiful in a simple way. She never wore anything ostentatious yet she was always dressed smartly. She looked at his creatures with awe and love and he adored her for it. Their relationship thus far had been a combination of fleeting moments, an embrace her, a touch there. He felt so drawn to her but words were not apart of his positive traits. He felt awkward in his communication and especially in stating his emotions. He never had a problem talking to Leta, but she had changed so much that he didn't think talking to her now would be feasible. The thought brought a twinge of pain to his heart. Not enough to cause him sorrow, but enough to remind him what he had lost. After a few minutes lost in a train of old and happier memories, Newt sat down to write his letter.
Tina,
I have arrived back to London, and have delivered my manuscript. I find comfort as I near the end of this journey but finishing the book was always going to be half the battle. The ministry will have to approve and as we all know administration can be the death of productivity.
Since my return, I have begun the process of finding homes for my creatures that require them. As hard as I've worked on the extension charm, they deserve so much better than what my case can provide. Tonight, I will have to say goodbye to the mooncalves as there is a wizard in Germany who has made a sanctuary. I'm told he is a nice fellow but it still feels like I'm losing a part of me. If they were not well taken care of I don't think I could live with myself. (I apologize for the melodramatics. )
I hope you and Queenie are getting on okay. Have you heard anything of Jacob's shop?
[Newt began to write down "I wanted you to know I think of you often" and suddenly lifted his wand to erase any remnants. Things between Tina and him, while very hopeful, weren't exactly clear. He quickly decided he should stay cool and collected just in case. He then amended his statement to "I wanted you to know that I think of you all often. I truly look forward to coming back." He then began to fret. What should the sign off be? Cordially yours? With love? Your friend? He felt more than just her friend, but still found every phrase to be ridiculous.
"Pick? What should I write?" Newt asked the Bowtruckle lying on his shoulder. Pickett shrugged. Newt wasn't surprised. He laughed at himself at the absurdity of asking advice on love from Pickett who can barely handle socializing with anyone but Newt.
Newt settled on, "Your favorite criminal". A play on words as he managed to get himself arrested by her only hours after entering New York. Newt was proud of his decision. It was witty and a bit saucy.
Newt folded the letter into an old raged envelope and lit the wax candle to create the seal. He then tucked it to his chest. Sending this letter would start something that was foreign to Newt. It would begin what he hoped to be a courtship and believing it could only end in one of two ways terrified him. Either Porpentina Goldstein would become Tina Scamander, or she would leave him like Leta did. Newt didn't think he could handle the latter. With a new round of melancholy back in the air, Newt Tucked the letter into the small parcel of his owl and sent it off , hoping all the while, that Tina wouldn't notice he did not register him with the International Wizards Postal Service.
His owl leapt off the windowsill and disappeared in the dark wet sky. Newt stood up from his desk and walked over, sticking his head an inch outside. He could tell there was a storm coming, but whether that storm would bring good or bad tidings, remained to be seen.