Petrichor // Newtina

Chapter 2 : Saturday Sun

December 21st 1926

To Newton Scamander at Sherringford Square, Kennington, England

I wasn't sure if I should've used your full name or just go with "Newt". If I'm honest, once I knew that you're also named "Artemis", I couldn't stop thinking how well it suits you.

I hope you're in good health and now that you're home you can have some well-deserved rest, besides taking the time to take care of all your creatures; especially those baby Occamys.

I can imagine why the Ministry of Magic is giving you a hard time right now. The way everything happened, even if we managed to solve everything at the end, was not even close to a solution that MACUSA would find adequate and they probably gave the Ministry a tough report. I'm sure this will be over soon and you will finally have some peace of mind.

On the other hand, while I can understand their point of view, I find it extremely sad. I really like to think we could've done something for Credence; I wanted him to have a happy life after everything he went through.

I dare say that if anything good came out of this mess, it's that we finally were able to catch Grindelwald. Thanks to you, Newt, and your wonderful creatures.

A beat.

You could see Tina's faint smile being lighted by the sun on that Saturday morning, while she held Newt's letter with her left hand, squeezing it slightly. Did she want to see him that much? Did she want to hear his voice again so badly?

I'm eager to know when your book will be released and when I'll finally be able to read all about the adventures you had this year. Will you mention New York?

Likewise, I hope Frank is doing well; we've had a couple of reports recently about sightings of a beautiful golden winged creature, they said it made the skies rumble near Phoenix, Arizona. We're not sure if it is the same Thunderbird, but I'll be on the look-out for more reports.

You know, Newt... at Ilvermorny there is a house named "Thunderbird". They said amongst other things, that the Thunderbird favored the adventurers.

I always found that description hilarious, not because of the house itself, but because I belonged to it. I found it absurd that I would be capable to go on an adventure. As a kid I always respected rules, you might even believe that I was an extremely boring girl.

—But now, I want to show the world what I'm capable of. —Tina mumbled, her hands stopped while she debated if it was right to declare the following.

She continued.

Even though I never saw myself as a Thunderbird, as I always thought there was some sort of mistake, I still wanted to become an Auror.

But as I experienced first-hand what wonderful creatures they are, I could not stop myself from wanting to become that type of person: "Soul of a wizard, courage of a traveler, fierce as a storm."

Thanks to you, I was able to remember a bit of what I had forgotten, the reason I started everything.

Tina stopped for a moment and tightened her lips, repressing a sigh.

I really admire you.

Her heart skipped a beat. She got up from the table next to the window and started walking in circles around her tiny living room. She was a sea of feelings and insecurities.

Queenie let out a giggle from the other side of the room. She could hear her sister losing herself in her feelings while she was fixing her makeup.

—It's not funny, Queenie. —She stuttered, trying to hide her smile in a fit of shame. Tina held the cup of tea that she forgot while writing and awkwardly sipped from it even if it was a little cold, hoping it would clear her mind outpouring with emotions.

—I don't think I've ever seen you like this, I find really sweet the way you think about Newt. I'm certain that he looks at you in the same way. —Said the satisfied younger sister while she was almost done with her beauty routine.

—Stop reading my mind.

—You know I can't help it.

Tina huffed with heaviness, beginning to pay attention to her sister's acts.

—Where are you going so dressed up?

—Nowhere really, you know I just enjoy taking a walk on a beautiful day like this.

—Mhm...

As much as she wanted to believe her, Queenie always answered even before Tina could finish formulating her question. She got used to it, but because of this it was challenging to figure out if what Queenie said was true.

Tina went back to her writing spot where she was before; her face became calm again. She wanted to finish the letter so she could go to the Wizard Post and send it before the day was over.

—I'll be back soon, I'll bring your favorite dessert. —A joyous and smooth voice interrupted her thoughts while the sound of heels vanished after closing the apartment's door.

Silence.

She could hear the tranquility in the room and her heartbeats became thunderous with each passing second, almost like an echo in her head. This didn't make her stop; her determination to finish gave the push she needed to gently grab the pen and start writing.

I'm sorry if what I just say was too honest and if at any moment this letter turns out boring for you, I will understand. You see, this is the first time I've maintained this type of contact with someone outside of work, and usually those types of interactions are much shorter and straight forward. I hope you can gift me a little of your patience.

Would it be fine if I talked about the weather? Today is a beautiful day. Even though this days are wintry, the sun manages to warm the morning. You can see the snow getting close to the city and the cold feels nice if you're near a chimney fire.

This time of year is one of Queenie's favorites. I personally consider it a good day when I'm able to stay at home with a mug of hot cocoa and a good book. Even if I don't celebrate Christmas, I hope you can have a warm meal and spend the time with the people you love.

I was overjoyed to have woken up with news from you under my doorstep and I can't wait for the day I can get your book. Thanks for remembering your promise.

Yours Truly, Tina.