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"Oh, come on, Teenie," Queenie begged. "Please?"

"No," Tina insisted. "You know I don't like shopping."

"I know you're dying to get out of the house. Come on."

"Queenie, I still have this bandage on my head. People are going to question it," Tina pointed out.

The younger woman rolled her eyes. "You know we can just make it invisible."

Tina sighed. "But still . . ."

"Teen, please. Jacob and I are leaving in a few days and I think we should do something together be for we do."

"Okay," she said resignedly. "We can go."

"Yes!" Queenie exclaimed. "Let's go." She skipped out of Tina's room. "Jacob, Honey, Teen and I are going out. Let Newt know, okay?"

Tina sighed again and moved to look at herself in the mirror. The white bandage showed up clearly against her dark hair. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at her head. The bandage vanished slowly, though she could still feel it. Then she tugged on her shoes and followed her sister into the living room. Queenie pulled on her coat and practically threw Tina's at her.

The older woman caught the leather coat and pulled it on. She quickly buttoned it up and tied the belt at her waist. Then they left the apartment and made their way downstairs. As they reached the ground floor, a door opened and someone stepped into the hall.

"Hello, Tina," Mrs. Esposito said. "You're back."

Tina looked startled and Queenie gave her a nudge. "Uh, yes," she stammered. "I'm -- I'm back."

"And you're still here?" her landlady asked Queenie.

"Yeah. I'm leavin' in a few days though. I've got things to do back at home."

Mrs. Esposito smiled at them. "It must be nice to have your sister back for a visit," she said to Tina.

Tina smiled awkwardly, unsure what to say. "Uh, yeah, it is," she replied. Of course, she didn't remember a time when Queenie wasn't living with her, but she couldn't admit that.

"And where are you two going?"

"We're going shopping," Queenie explained excitedly.

"That sounds fun," Mrs. Esposito said.

Tina forced a smile and Queenie pulled her towards the door.

"Of course we will," the younger sister called. "Goodbye, Mrs. Esposito."

Tina frowned as they made their way along the street.

"Does everyone know you're married except me?"

Queenie sighed. "First of all, it's not that you don't know I'm married, it's just that you can't remember. You definitely knew I got married, you were at my wedding. Secondly, Mrs. Esposito doesn't know I'm married, she just knows I live in England. Thirdly, there aren't actually that many people here who know I'm married. We've told Harper, and President Picquery has guessed, but that's it." She frowned slightly and caught her sister's hand, dragging her into a nearby alley and Disapparating.

Shopping with Queenie was one thing that hadn't changed since the time Tina last remembered. The blond witch dragged her older sister from store to store, forcing her to try on dresses and shoes that she would never wear. More than half the afternoon had gone by and they still hadn't bought anything. This was normal and the sense of familiarity kept a smile on Tina's face.

"Try this on," Queenie said, shoving a pale pink dress in her sister's hands.

Tina rolled her eyes. "Queenie, you know I look awful in pink."