Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them Imagines

4. Medicine

"Despite what many think, I am perfectly able to take care of myself!" Tina snapped, snatching the document out of Newt's hand. "What goes on at work is none of your business. If I feel like I'm getting too much work, which I'm not, I can handle it. I don't need you trying to stick up for me!"

Yet another argument had commenced between Newt and Tina at the Goldstein residence, something that had grown more common over the past few months. The couple were usually the only ones at home, since Tina's sister, Queenie, spent most of her time at Jacob's apartment a few blocks away.

"Tina, dear, I was only trying to help-"

"By sending an owl to Madame Piquery, demanding she lessen her pressure on me? That's not helping, Newt! That's getting me nearly fired! Again!"

Newt shoved his hands into his waistcoat pockets and stared down at his shoes that were scuffed from years of use. He could sense the look Tina was fixating on him. She was glaring at him with narrowed eyes, arms crossed against her chest. "Next time, I'll try to be less... demanding."

Tina released an exasperated laugh. "There will be no 'next time!' If there is, I'm finished! Newt, you have to stop protecting me. If Madame Piquery thought she was giving me too much work, she'd give me less. It's not her fault most of the aurors quit after the obscurial incident, if I hadn't known, I would've quit too.  Just... stop interfering with my work. Please," she said, a begging tone in her voice. Tina hated when they argued, but it seemed like all they'd done for weeks was argue.

"I know, I'm sorry," Newt said quietly, his head still facing downwards. He took a few steps toward Tina and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. She hesitated a moment before releasing her arms and returning the hug. Head resting on Newt's shoulder, the fabric making obvious indents on her face, she sighed. "What is it, dear?" Her beloved asked, his chin resting on her head that was covered in beautiful, raven waves that reached halfway down her neck.

"Why are we always fighting?" she mumbled in a saddened tone. The sound of it shattered Newt's heart; the obvious hurt and pain crushed him. Tina shifted in his grasp, her head now facing his. "I don't want to fight anymore," she said, her voice small. "It's making us cold. Not like ourselves... at least, that's what Queenie told me."

Newt nodded in response, moving his hand to press Tina's head to his chest. "No more fighting...," He agreed.

-

Newt eyed all of the rings that were in the silver casing, looking for the perfect one. He knew Tina would like something on the plain side of things; she wasn't into flashy jewelry or clothing. Most of the rings were quite flamboyant, much to his dismay. Clusters of diamonds covered them, making it seem as if there was more jewel than band. Tina would've hated it. Se'd love it because it was from Newt, but she wouldn't like the way the ring looked on her. It'd seem too out of character for her to wear a chunky ring when she wasn't a 'chunky' person; she was a plain person with plain taste. Newt didn't understand why she said that about herself, though. In his eyes she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever met- inside and out. Tina was a goddess that needed to be worshipped but had been ignored for too long. He glanced inside the glass case again, looking hopelessly for something he knew she'd love but gave up and decided to ask a shopkeeper for help.

A familiar head of blonde curls caught Newt's attention. She was standing in front of him, chattering with the shopkeeper. How Queenie hadn't sensed him behind her was beyond him. As soon as he thought that, however, Queenie turned her head and laid her eyes on him. "Newt?" She said, a confused look on her face. Two seconds passed before she'd drunk in the entire story, and her entire face began to shine with excitement. "Oh, Tina's going to be so delighted! She'll definitely say yes, and... oh Newt, of course I'm okay with it! You make her happy."