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In the end, Tina decided to let it go. Though she wasn't entirely convinced of what Hermione was saying in regards to Graves, she couldn't bring herself to ask Queenie what she saw in Hermione's mind. She wasn't entirely sure she wanted to know what was hiding in the mysterious woman's mind and she had no wish to further upset Queenie.
After debating it for a bit, the motley group decided that the best course of action would be to locate the last of Newt's escaped creatures, no matter if Percival Graves was not the man he claimed to be. If nothing else, perhaps they'd be able to convince Madame Picquery of their innocence.
Decision made, the mystery of Hermione and Graves was pushed to the back of their minds for the time being and the group set off in search of Dougal, Newt's Demiguise. The invisible creature and the last of the Hufflepuff's creatures roaming wild in New York City.
However, to find the missing Demiguise, they needed information, and the only way to get said information, was through one of Tina's old informants from her days of an Auror. Gnarlak, a Goblin who traded in Magical Creatures.
Of course, Gnarlak's located in the seedy underbelly of Wizarding New York. Hermione thinks, mentally comparing it to her few jaunts through Knockturn Alley, as she and the ragtag group follow Tina down a back alley covered in bins, crates and discarded objects.
Tina efficiently locates a set of steps leading to a basement apartment and motions the group down. The steps appear to lead to a dead end and Hermione's eyes fall on a bricked over doorway, a poster of a simpering debutante in an evening dress, gazing at herself in a mirror, covering the bricks.
Tina and Queenie stand in front of the poster. They turn to one another and in unison and raise their wands. As they do so, their work clothes transform into stunning flapper party dresses.
Tina looks down at herself, smoothing her hands over the front of her black dress as Queenie gazes at Jacob, a cheeky smile on her face before turning to Hermione wand raised. Hermione flinches hand reaching for her wand before relaxing.
There's no danger here. A small friendly smile fills Queenie's face as she casts her spell, transforming Hermione's clothes into an outfit more appropriate for the time-period and their task at hand.
She feels the magic tugging at her hair, pulling it from where it hangs around her face, securing her riotous curls on either side, Poppy clacking in protest. Her ruined blouse and trousers wash away as if doused in water, a wine-red flapper style party dress with a sheer overlay decorated with gold accents, in their place. The red fabric hugs her body tightly, the hem ending just above her knees, the neckline modest with thick straps, the back, dipping low, the fabric hanging slightly from her body.
"Perfect, for a Lion." Queenie says with a soft smile, their trip down memory lane causing the two women to grow somewhat closer, the blonde stowing her wand once more.
Queenie had refused to tell the others what she saw in her trip through Hermione's memories. Even when Teenie questioned her she refused to budge, as she knew Hermione's story wasn't hers to tell. A moment of understanding passed between the two shaken women on that rooftop overlooking the city as dusk fell, Queenie realising in that moment she'd found a friend for life in the mysterious Hermione Granger.
Ah- it appears she gleamed a little more from my memories than I originally thought. Hermione muses as she runs her fingers across the raised, beaded overlay of the dress, a small smile of thanks stretching her lips as her eyes meet Queenie's.
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