Those Days [Newtina]

Chapter 20: Locomotor

The next day, Jacob had left early for work, and Queenie had already organised all the utensils and ingredients needed for blueberry cake when Newt emerged from his room after breakfast.

He stayed as far as could from Artemis, who was curled up napping in the corner of the kitchen.

"Right then," Queenie chirped.

Newt remained stationary in the living room.

"Come on," she pushed.

He reluctantly wandered into the kitchen and surveyed the utensils with slight distaste.

"Now, I need to go to work soon, and Tina has a day off today, so she's agreed to step in and help with lunch."

Newt veered backwards.

"This- this is lunch?" He said uncertainly.

"Oh, yes. Didn't I tell you?"

Newt winced slightly. He wasn't looking forward to this.

"Queenie, I don't know if I can do this..." he mumbled.

"Of course you can! There's nothing to worry about. I've even left a recipe for you to follow." Queenie glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

"I've only got ten minutes," she murmured.

"Alright. So you need to measure these and mix them together in a bowl."

She gestured to a collection of ingredients.

Newt sighed and began spooning instructed amounts of butter, flour, sugar and numerous other things into a small scale and measuring them. Queenie studied him, adjusting the scale or advising him to put more or less occasionally.

He'd just finished weighing the butter when she gasped.

"Oh dear! I've got to go. I'll be back in time for lunch!" She said, grabbing her coat, and she disappeared out the door with a wink.

Newt groaned.

"Having fun?"

"You know you're meant to help me."

Tina scowled.

"I don't know how to make cake!"

Newt gestured to the recipe, written neatly out on parchment.

"Queenie does," he muttered.

Tina sauntered into the kitchen and pulled a large bowl out of a cupboard.

"Alright," she sighed. "Let's do this."

"Eggs."

Tina handed Newt two eggs, which he cracked into the bowl.

"Butter."

Newt scraped the butter out of the little container with a spoon.

"You know what? Just put all this in," said Tina, handing him everything he measured fifteen minutes ago.

Newt obliged, shaking his head slightly.

They spent the next twenty minutes mixing different ingredients and blueberries together until they'd made a thick, purple-ish mixture.

Newt squinted to read the next instruction, written out in Queenie's elegant, loopy cursive.

"It just says to keep mixing. Until it's smooth."