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Dear Newt,

I hope you don't mind me writing to you, but Queenie kept saying I should. I've been really busy since I got my job back and this is the first chance I've had to sit down and write a letter. I'm glad it's almost Christmas because, as long as nothing big comes up, I'll get the day off.

Jacob got his bakery and he's doing really well. Queenie goes there nearly every day and brings back pastries. Some of the pastries are shaped like your creatures. He's made Niffler pastries and Occamy pastries, among others. When I asked Queenie how much he remembered she was evasive but I don't think she was lying when she said he didn't remember anything but what the creatures looked like. He doesn't remember what they are or who we are. I was wondering if you could explain how he remembers your creatures. I'd like him to remember for Queenie's sake. As you know, she cried for days after he was obliviated. I just don't know what MACUSA would do if he remembered and they found out.

How have you been? How are your creatures? Have they stayed in the case? I hope the Niffler hasn't robbed another bank. I'd love it if you'd write back.

Merry Christmas.

Sincerely,
Tina

P.S. Queenie says hello and has given me one of Jacob's Niffler pastries to send you. She put a spell on it so it should still be warm.

Newt smiled as he folded the letter and tucked it under the flap of the envelope. He ran up to his room where he set the box that was addressed to him on his desk before taking the rest of the letters down to the sitting room. Most of them were addressed to the Scamanders in general, they were probably Christmas cards, but a few were for Newt's mother, even more for Newt's father, and even a few were for Theseus.

Newt had been very surprised to see his name written neatly on an envelope. He had wondered who could have sent him a letter and when he had seen the return address he hadn't been able to wait until he had taken the rest of the letters to the sitting room before reading the letter.

Dropping the letters on the table by the door, he opened Tina's letter again. He sank into a chair as he read it for the second time. When he was done, he ran a finger over Tina's name.

"What do you have there?"

Newt started. He hadn't realized that his brother was in the room.

"It's, uh -- it's just a letter," he said.

"From whom?" Theseus asked.

"A friend," Newt replied.

Theseus raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything. He went back to reading his newspaper. It was a habit of his to read Muggle newspapers and, for some reason, it always annoyed Newt.

"This is interesting," Theseus said after a few minutes.

Newt looked up. "What?"

"New York seems to have lost a few days," Theseus replied, still staring at the newspaper.

"Oh, that," Newt muttered, ducking his head.

Theseus didn't hear him. He began reading the article out loud.

New York City finally admitted to having completely lost  7 December this year.  No one in the city can remember what happened on that day. People have been unable to find any evidence that the day existed. There are no letters, no journal entries, and no newspapers for that day.

When asked what he remembered of the day, Jacob Kowalski, owner of a very successful bakery called Kowalksi Quality Baked Goods, replied, "Nothing. I don't even remember going to bed on the 6th or waking up on the 8th. One moment, I was going to the bank on the evening of the 6th. The next thing I knew, I was standing near the entrance of a subway station in the rain and it was the 8th. All I know is that, if it existed, it was a strange day."