Return.

Newt Scamander did not like ships.

They swayed too much and he could never have a good night's sleep on them. His creatures hated them too.

But something about a certain young lady had convinced him that he needed to sail across the pond to the New World again, to give her a copy of his book that she could certainly find in some wizarding bookstore close to her residence.

The young woman was very special, but he did not know why. He had tried to write to her as much as possible; in fact, he wanted to write her every day for hours on end if he was permitted to, but she would probably be quite terrified of him if he did so. He thought back to the piles of unsent letters in his case and felt himself go red.

That would be mighty pleasant if she saw all those.

Something about her drove him mad.

As they neared the harbour, he could not help himself but look for her on the docks. But he did not find her and tried to suppress his disappointment.

It isn't her fault, you were the one who sent an owl just this morning. And she's probably busy with her auror work anyway.

The New York skyline disappeared from view as the ship docked. Eager to disembark, he filed behind the American men as they stepped onto the familiar port in which Newt had last seen her more than a year ago.

When it was his turn, he handed his muggle passport to a friendly faced customs officer.

"British?"

"Yes."

"First time in New York?"

"No."

"Anything edible in there?"

"No."

Newt looked up, gazing past the officer. The customs officer asked him something, but he could not hear him. He was too distracted by an all too familiar figure standing solitary to the gathering crowd.

She was wearing her grey coat, hands in its pockets, looking just as he remembered. She was smiling, dark hair blowing in her face, and Newt could not help but stare in wonder. He could not begin to fathom how she could be so beautiful and felt the wave of strange enticement surge over him that he had not felt since he had last seen her.

"What're ya lookin' at?"

Newt was snapped out of his reverie by the customs officer. "Sorry, so sorry..." He blinked a few times awkwardly as the officer turned to Tina's direction.

The officer turned back to him, smirking smugly. "Haven't seen ya girl in a while, huh?" He gestured towards Tina with the passport.

Newt felt his ears heat up in utter embarrassment. "Er, well um, she's not actually..." He trailed off, mumbling, shifting his case from one hand to the other uncomfortably.

The officer smiled knowingly. "I know how a man looks at a girl when he's in love with her." He must have seen the horrified expression on Newt's face and chuckled. "Don't worry about it, friend, and best of luck to you." The officer handed back the passport and laughed again as Newt promptly filed out, eager to get away from the embarrassing situation as soon as possible.

His heartbeat accelerated as he saw her, standing only a few meters away from him, and looked away. He wanted to run to her, to hold her in his arms so tightly that they would eventually meld into one. He wanted to breathe in her sweet scent, to trace her perfect edges and bends, to make sure he hadn't forgotten a single thing. It was only then that he realised just how much he had missed her, how hollow he felt without her.