The Big Book of Newtina

• Aftermath • Part Two •

Tina awoke in her bedroom. Her dark hair was tangled and messy, and she cursed under her breath for forgetting to cast her protective charm over it. She changed out of her pyjamas and into a slightly more respectable outfit, yet still oddly casual. She made her way to the bathroom, and in passing, spotted Newt in the kitchen. She cocked an eyebrow, stopping in her tracks and backpedaling until she could see the man's messy mop of light brown hair. She smiled.

"Hey, you makin' breakfast?" she asked, her voice making Newt jump. He was turned around, one hand clutching a small bag of flour, and one holding a measuring cup. Newt looked over his shoulder and saw Tina, his posture relaxing as he placed both the measuring cup and the flour back on the counter. He turned to look at Tina.
"Did I, — wake you? If I did, I'm sincerely very sorry." When Tina shook her head, Newt sighed and continued. "I was going to make you and your sister breakfast, it's the least I can do, you're letting me stay here until my boat back to England," he continued. Tina smiled. "Pancakes?"
Newt nodded sheepishly. "It's my first time. These American measurements are throwing me off..." he mumbled. Tina chuckled and joined him at he counter. She helped him finish the pancakes in tense silence, every time their fingers brushed making it harder to concentrate on the task at hand.

Tina heard a soft chuckle from the doorway just as the two were finishing up. She rolled her eyes. Queenie! Be quiet! Tina formed her thoughts like a spear and directed it right at her sister. The blonde gave a cheeky smile and sat down at the table. "Pancakes, huh Newt? Tina loves 'em too," she smiled, casting plates and cutlery over Tina.
Newt blushed, helping shovel the pancakes onto plates.

Queenie kept eerily quiet during breakfast. As if she wasn't completely herself. Well, who could blame her. The man she loved had just been taken from her.
"Awe, Teen, that's sweet, but I'll be okay." Tina sighed and looked at Newt, an expression of complete understanding plastered across his face. Oh, his face. His beautiful, freckled cheeks and his deep blue eyes. The way his hair fell perfectly across at least one of his eyes at a time, the way he would brush it away, to no avail.
Tina was trapped. Trapped by the wonders of looking at the beautiful face across the table from her. Across the table from her... The table... She was sitting at the table — staring at Newt!

She watched as his gaze lingered on her, feeling warmth spread through her body. She quickly looked away, her face flushed and her hands shaky.
She looked up to Queenie, hoping for some kind of advice, and instead receiving the most delighted expression she had ever seen dawn her sister's face. She sighed and hid her face, continuing to eat.

She heard Newt get up from the table and head to the door. She cocked her head to the side. "Leaving so soon?" she commented. Newt shuffled nervously. I — I wanted to head down to MACUSA. Madame Piquery said she had some things to discuss with me before I left." This was clearly a lie. Tina could tell by the fidgeting of his fingers and the eagerness to leave that this was not so cut and dry. If he doesn't want to tell me, he doesn't have to. He must have a good reason, Tina decided.
She nodded. "Okay, we'll be here," she replied. He hurried out the door and shut it behind him.
Tina turned to her sister, who was beaming from ear to ear. Tina groaned. "What now?" she sighed.
Queenie shook her head. "It's a surprise!" she squealed. Tina narrowed her eyes and slumped back into her chair, defeated.

A/N: Ack sorry for not updating in so long! I've just had no motivation, seemingly until I'm in bed and ready to fall asleep. Anyway, thanks for reading! ❤️