Newtina - Salamander Eyes

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NdlA: Basically, the COG's scene, but the ending is slightly different... enjoy!


Newt and Tina were running side by side, in the corridors of Ministère des Affaires Magiques. They heard, behind them, rushed foostsepts who followed them.

Tina had caught sight of their tracker, who arbored the same features as Newt, a few moments before, under the Polyjuice's effects.

« Newt! » yelled the voice behind them.

« That's your brother? » asked Tina, slightly out of breath.

« Yes-- » answered Newt. « I think I have mentionned in my letters that we have a rather complicated relationship. »

« NEWT, STOP! » yelled Theseus Scamander's voice.

Newt and Tina kept running and stepped through a door which opened on a circular room. Two wizards were pushing trolleys, one of them full of boxes.

« He wants to kill you? » asked Tina as they runned across the room.

« Frequently, » answered the Magizoologist.

At the time they reached the opposite door, Theseus raised his wand and casted a spell, sending all the boxes in their direction.

Tina raised her own wand to block the spell.

« He needs to control his temper! » she commented.

She pointed her wand at Theseus, throwing him backwards into a wheeled chair that had just appeared behind his back. His wrists were bonded behind him, and he rolled back.

« I think that would have been the best moment of my life! » exclaimed Newt.

Tina casted him a surprised look as he put the boxes back in their places with a flick of his wand. The magazine's article had broken her heart, and she had tried to forget about the messy haired Magizoologist. But, despite her efforts, she hadn't managed to it. And she couldn't suppress her smile before Newt's joyful face.

They set off again.

They finally came to a stop before two huge doors, whose access was blocked by a desk, an old witch sitting behind it. She looked at them with an impenetrable expression.

« Puis-je vous aider? » she asked in French.

« Hum... Yes, » began Newt. « This is Leta Lestrange. » Tina casted him a puzzled look. She had expected everything but that. « And... I'm her... »

« Fiancé, » finished Tina, forcing her smile.

She felt what was left of her broken heart crumbled in her chest, but she let no emotion appear on her face.

Newt casted her a strange look, but added nothing. He knew this was now or never to explain the misunderstanding to Tina.

The woman behind the desk gestured them to pass, after a quick check.

« Allez-y, » she said in French.

« Merci, » answered Newt and Tina.

They moved towards the doors, which opened to let them in.

« Tina, about this fiancé business-- » began Newt when they were behind the doors.

Tina felt anger, bitterness and sadness washed over her. Why does he brought back the subject? Was he that insensitive, for not seing that he has broken her heart?

« Oh! Yes, sorry, » she answered without being able to prevent her tone from being dry. « I should have congratulated you. »

The doors closed behind them, and they found themselves in the darkness of the room.

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