By Your Side | A Fantastic Beasts (Theseus Scamander) Story

💫chapter 3💫

Helena's POV
As we reached Ms. Goldstein's home, she stopped to tell us something.
"Before we go in, I'm not suppose to have men on the premises." She informed us. Newt sighed happily.
"In that case, Mr. Kowalski, Helena, and I can easily seek other accommodations." He said, pulling Mr. Kowalski's arm away from Ms. Goldstein. I did as well. I didn't trust this woman one bit.
"No, you don't." She said, grabbing Mr. Kowalski's arm and pulling us all toward the building. As we walked up the stairs to her apartment, another voice boomed in the room.
"That you, Tina?" An older woman asked from a flight of stairs down. Newt quickly shushed a groaning Mr. Kowalski.
"Yes, Mrs. Esposito." Ms. Goldstein answered.
"Are you alone?" Mrs. Esposito questioned.
"Always alone, Mrs. Esposito." I looked back at Ms. Goldstein and her eyes flickered up to mine. That was a bit of a sad answer. Once we heard Mrs. Esposito's door click shut, we hurried up the stairs and into her apartment. When the door opened, cheerful music filled my ears and warmth from the fireplace engulfed me. It was a very cozy home.
The laundry was hanging itself on a few racks in front of the fireplace, which caused Mr. Kowalski to chuckle.
"Teenie. You brought guests home." A soft, melodic voice said. We all turned to see a blonde woman dressed in her knickers, hiding behind a door.
"Gentlemen, lady, this is my sister," Ms. Goldstein introduced, then added, "Wanna put something on, Queenie?"
"Oh, sure." She replied, flicking her wand, causing a dress to come off its mannequin and make its way to her. Mr. Kowalski's eyes were glued to her in utter infatuation, while Newt seemed to be preoccupied looking out a window. I decided to join my best friend.
"Spotted any creatures, yet?" I asked him, standing to his right.
"No." He simply replied. It seemed like he was going to add something, but Queenie spoke faster.
"So, who are they?" She asked, making her way into the living room where we were.
"That's Mr. Scamander and Ms. Cresswell. They've committed a serious infraction of the National Statute of Secrecy." Ms. Goldstein explained to her sister.
"They're criminals?" Queenie asked, intrigued. Ms. Goldstein nodded, before going on about Mr. Kowalski, who hadn't moved an inch since he got here.
"And that's Mr. Kowalski, he's a No-Maj."
"Teen, what are you up to?" Queenie whispered, finally making eye contact with her sister.
"He's sick. It's a long story. Mr. Scamander and Ms. Cresswell lost something I'm going to help them find." Ms. Goldstein assumed. I raised an eyebrow, turning away from the window and to her.
"Oh, no. That's really not necessary. Newt and I have it under contr-" I started, but stopped when Mr. Kowalski collapsed on the couch with a grunt.
"Oh, you need to sit down, honey. He hasn't eaten anything all day. And...oh, that's rough. He didn't get the money he wanted for his bakery. You bake, honey? I love to cook!" Queenie said. My eyes widened, she's-
"You're a legilimens." Newt stated.
"Mhm, yeah. But I always have trouble with your kind. Brits. It's the accent." She explained. Well, that was a relief, I suppose. I didn't really want anyone reading my mind.
"You know how to read minds?" Mr. Kowalski questioned, a bit nervous.
"Don't worry, honey. Most guys think what you was thinking first time they see me." She dismissed, then continued, saying, "Now, you need food." She poked his chest with her wand before skipping off to the kitchen. My eyes flickered between Mr. Kowalski and her before I returned my gaze to Newt. He returned to the window.
"What is it?" I asked him, looking out the window to see our Billywig. It zoomed away when it saw us peeking at it. I glanced at Newt before he made his way to the door. In order not to look suspicious, I kept a distance, but moved towards the door nonetheless. He reached his hand out to the front door knob.
"Hey, Mr. Scamander. You prefer pie or strudel?" Queenie asked, knowing our plan to leave already. He put his hand down, answering, "I really don't have a preference." Ms. Goldstein stared daggers into both our eyes. Newt looked down, clenching his jaw, as I bit the inside of my cheek, avoiding all eye contact with her.
"You prefer strudel, huh, honey?" Queenie shifted her focus from Newt to Mr. Kowalski, who was already seated at the dinner table. He nodded, chuckling.
"Strudel it is." She decided, then waved her wand, moving all the needed ingredients from the kitchen counter into mid-air. They put themselves together as they made their way down to the dinner table. Mr. Kowalski was in awe of the final result. As all the other food made its way onto plates, I looked at Newt, not sure what to do. I wanted to rush out into the dark streets to find that blasted Billywig, but Ms. Goldstein would have our heads.
"Well, sit down." Ms. Goldstein told us, noticing our hesitation.
"We're not gonna poison you."