Newt's sub-conscious

Can't stop thinking about me?

Newt couldn't stop tossing and turning in his bed. He couldn't stop thinking about Tina. Ever since he read the postcard that Queenie gave him that explained that Tina is in Paris.

Newt picked up his pocket watch. 1:30am, it read. He put the watch down on his desk and grumbled as he turned once again on his side and finally began to drift off to sleep.......

"Hey, Newt? Mr. Scamander? Newt!"

Newt woke to the sound of a female voice shrieking his name. He sat up and rubbed his sleepy eyes, to find Tina sitting upon his desk, looking down at him.

"T-Tina?" He asks, uncertain.

"Yeah of course it's me. Expecting anyone else?" She enquires, raising an eyebrow.

Newt shakes his head. "N-no. But, why are you here, Tina? Shouldn't you be in New York?"

Tina smiles and jumps down from his desk, moving across his room.

"Oh, I think you and I both know I'm in Paris now, Newt." She stops at the end corner of his bed and connects her hands together in front of her.

"I'm sorry. I know that was a private postcard sent to Queenie but she gave it to me. She said she wanted me to find you and I want to find you too. But, if you're in Paris then, how are you here?"

Tina giggles, a sound he both enjoys and cherishes.

"Whats the matter, Mr.Scamander? Never dreamt about a girl before?" She teases.

Newt touches his head, looking shocked and confused.

"This is a dream?"

Tina nods.

"Then how does this feel so real?"

Tina goes to sit in the chair at his desk, resting her feet at the end of his bed.

"Thats what dreams are like, Newt. When you're thinking a lot or deeply about something, or in this case someone, it seeps into your dreams and makes you believe you're really communicating with them."

"Oh." Newt smiles.