"Where are you going?" Tina asked as she saw Queenie begin to exit the door of the apartment.
"I'm just gonna get some fresh air is all." Queenie answered looking guilty as sin.
"Queenie, we talked about this. You really shouldn't be going to Kowalski's shop. The venom is not a perfect oblivate spell and anything could trigger a relapse. That could put Jacob's life in grave danger, not to mention yours! Please just think before you do this or."
Queenie gently grabbed Tina's arms and stopped her before she could finish.
"Please Teeny. What if you couldn't see Newt again. Queenie paused. "What if it was cus' they put in a No Dating British Wizards Law? Would you just give up?"

Tina sighed. She knew that the no-maj's laws were not right in any sense. They segregated the world by ability just as the No-Maj's segregated the world by race. The wizarding world was supposed to be so beyond the No-Maj's, yet they repeated the same mistakes with no regard for history. People like Grindelwald did not reign in followers because of their dashing clothes or charming looks. He built armies on anti-muggle sentiment, and fostered the us vs. them divide. It was a scary thought, but an even more gut-wrenching reality. Tina knew what was wrong and what was right, and the law didn't seem to follow suit.

Tina faltered for a second, looking down at the floor. After a few moments she was able to look into her sister's eyes. "You're right. I would fight tooth and nail to bring down that law and I wouldn't give up. I understand, it's just going to be quite a journey to get the president to change. I just hope you are ready for this."

"Tina, I am. I have never met anybody like Jacob. I will never meet anybody like Jacob. I just can't throw that away…I can't. I won't."

Tina saw Queenie's brows furrow and her insides churned. She hated to see her sister's sadness and for someone so happy inside and out, sadness was not an often occurrence.

"I am one hundred percent behind you and I always will be but please, for merlin's sake, please just be careful?"

Queenie squealed and grabbed Tina so tightly she thought she would explode.
"I love you so much. I don't know what I would do without you!"
"Yes Yes, I am the greatest sister to have ever walked the streets of Brooklyn" She laughed. "Now, go on and please just don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Queenie rushed out the door leaving Tina alone for the first time in quite some time. It was the weekend and she had already finished her paperwork for Monday. She decided that she deserved a quiet evening by the fire. She went to her room for the proper materials. Her crotched blanket, her favorite novel from her nightstand, her cocoa, and Big Foot's Last Stand, by Ortiz O'Flaherty. The novel documented the 1892 Great sasquatch rebellion and the reason the MACUSA had to relocate to New York from Washington D.C. It may not have seen like a page turner, but Tina was fascinated by the history of it all.

With all items in tow, she left her bedroom to begin her night of relaxation when she heard a tap at her window. She set everything down on the table and ran back into the bedroom to grab her wand. TAP* TAP* TAP*. She heard it again now stronger in force. Wand at the ready, Tina approached the window. The plexi glass was too dark to see what was outside so she decided for a quick lift and defense strategy. She pushed the window up with one hand and in the other she kept strong grip on her pointed wand. Within seconds an owl flew through the open space and landed comfortably on her couch. Tina was surprised as Owls had stopped hand delivering letters ever since the new laws against exposure were implemented. They were under strict instruction to take them to the WPS (Wizards postal Service). There was only one reason to have an owl so late at night and that reason brought excitement to her bones.
"Still breaking every rule I see" She whispered to herself.

Tina walked over to the owl who was reaching into a sort of side saddle with its beak. It was a light brown owl with a white face and eyes filled with intensity. It soon had hold on its desired letter and neared its head to Tina's hand. It made her giggle like a school girl. She wondered to herself if Newt had even attempted to register his owl with the IWPS, but then again maybe he had made a "Postal application" that just never arrived.

As Tina removed the envelope from its mouth, she gave the bird a quick head rub. The owl took off as soon as it came and Tina hurried to close the window. She turned and leaned her back against it clutching the letter in her hand. Her suspicions were right. In the most illegible script she had ever seen, the name she was longing for was brazen on the top right corner of the envelope. "Newton Scamander".

She couldn't stop herself from the chills that threatened to consume her. She tried very hard to control her mind and stay calm but she couldn't stop smiling. To heck with a night in. She would spend the next hour reading and re-reading the words of a handsome British wizard who set her world ablaze.

With intentional slowness, Tina removed her letter opener from the bottom drawer in her desk, and began cutting open the corner. When she finally made it to the end, she froze. What would it say? Would it say he wasn't coming back? Did he change his mind? Did she misread everything that had happened between them? She thought back to when she had jumped into Newt's arm after the death potion began to crawl around her body. She remembered his words, "Tina, I've got you". The look that they shared when they had escaped certain death was more than just relief. It was just more. That type of experience would bond the most unlikely of people, but for her it just made her feelings grow faster than they ever had. Tina knew she was being immature and foolish. Finally, she thought to herself, "Porpentina Goldstein, if you had the courage to ask Newt about his old flame, you are certainly courageous enough to read a piece of paper. She gently removed the folded parchment from the envelope as if it would crumble at the touch of the air. She sat on the bed and lifted the paper from its wax imprisonment.

[Tina,] She smiled. She wasn't Ms. Goldstein to him anymore. She was just Tina and he was just Newt.

She continued on, glad that he was able to finish his work and laughing at his correct analysis of working for "the man".

[If they were not well taken care of I don't think I could live with myself. (I apologize for the melodramatics.)]

Tina was taken aback. Newt was anything but dramatic. If his words were any indication, he truly treated those creatures as his own children. This just furthered the love Tina had for him. Tina paused. The words echoed in her mind. Love. She could not possibly love Newt. She had only known his for such a short time. She cared for him immensely but someone as pragmatic as her could never fall in love in such a short time. She pushed the thought aside and continued reading.

[I hope you and Queenie are getting on okay. Have you heard anything of Jacob's shop?]

Tina wondered it if would be safe to respond with the truth. The MACUSA was known for intercepting owls now and again. She decided she would figure it out later. And then it happened. She read the last line.

I wanted you to know that I think of you all often. I truly look forward to coming back.]
He was coming back. Newt Scamander was coming back. To top it all off he thought of her. Well he thought of all of them, and since that included her, she felt it was just as good. She leaned back on her bed and did a movement closely resembling snow angels partially mixed with a jazz dance. She was squealing and could no longer recognize the sounds that left her larynx.

[Signed Your favorite Criminal]

Tina stared at that line the longest. Was he flirting with her or was it just a joke? She wasn't sure and made a mental note to get Queenie's opinion when she came back. Tina may have been the career girl but Queenie understood men. A quality Tina was never envious of until now. Though their future wasn't as fine tuned as she would have hoped, one thing was clear.

"He's coming back!" She said to herself. "He's coming back to me".