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“Dear Mr. Scammander,
I dare to say that you have fitted comfortably back in England with your creatures? It had been three weeks since we had last seen each other, and we assured each other to talk abroad with letters. As there is very much to talk about, with our separate departures to our home-countries.
I have been reinstated as the head of the auror department, which has its perks as you would know, especially the increase of income. Though, with the lack of Queenie, I have found no joy using the money to buy items. For the last time I got promoted, both me and Queenie went out shopping and had a wonderful dinner at a fancy club. Which now that I think about it, was a hilarious situation in itself. There are many tales from that day, where it used to be referenced commonly,
I have been steering away from my home, where I expect her to walk through the door and complain about the ministry. This doesn’t seem to others, as it seems that I have been trying to keep up my work ethic. Mrs. Espicitio, on the other hand, has been the very few wondering where my sister went. All I said was that she had been sent overseas for a while because of her work, which to her Is accounting.
I apologise that this conversation has only been about my life thus far. I do wonder if you are well, especially for your abrupt departure of stay in England with Professor Dumbledore. Has it been as challenging as I imagine? He does seem like a good man, Professor Dumbledore that is, and feels assured that both he and you are in correspondence.
May I interrupt this discussion with a funny situation that happened to me the other day relating to your friend?
There had been word that Prof. Dumbledore had been in New York, which uprooted a small group of young wizards and witches in front of the Ministry of Magic. Apparently, he had such an influential following; especially in the discovery of new spells in the wizard community over the years.
Newt, how has your accommodations been for you? I would assume that in your space, both you and your fantastic creatures are fluently comfortable. Since, for myself I feel as if I had lost my relationships with friends and family for a higher paying occupation. I tell you this in my deepest sincerity, it has not been the same since you and Queenie left.
Have you forgotten the night that we first spent together? You seemed so out of place and dis- interested in our apartment, that both Queenie and I started thinking you had become ill from America. When you had left in the middle of the night, our speculations ceased.
I truly am sorry for my actions that day. It was embedded in MACUSA training to “protect those who are innocent, and destroy those who are the delinquents… ” as well as many other things such as “At no informal price is the price for protection and security inside the battle of truth and lies.”
I seem to be running out of paper here, unfortunately. Do please send my regards to Pickett , and especially Dougal, as well the lovely others.
Signed,
Tina Goldstein.”
As the pen hit the table, Tina gently turned off the candle illuminating enough light to see the corner of the room. With a deep sigh, she turned her head to the ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner of the dining room.
Speaking to the empty and cold space, she read aloud “It’s eleven thirty at night.” Tina’s chair screeched into the emptiness when leaving the table and when she headed to her bed.
Her thoughts collided with her anxiety of losing her friends and sister. Her sister who she deemed existed to be safe in her arms.
The next morning, she would wake up before the sun and walk to the magical post office which deals with the transportations of magical items, and general items from many.
Her eyes closed against her own good intentions, with her heart racing from tension- filled thoughts. The last image she could see was the figurative image of Newt and Jacob clinking glasses filled with alcohol in them to each other.