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When an unforeseen attack from Grindelwald leaves Newt fighting for life, his five companions struggle to cope with the fact that they could lose him forever. Lines are sketched, love is tested, and everyone is drawn closer together...
It was important that she stayed on top of her work, especially with Grindelwald loose in Europe- that way, she'd be prepared when new sightings or reports were given. But he also didn't want her to overwork herself. Queenie had told him that both Theseus and Tina were working around the clock (at home, in Tina's case), and it made him wonder how much work Tina had brought with her. Was she planning to fill out paperwork throughout the whole holiday?
He snuck a glance at Tina, and found her chocolate-brown eyes staring back.
Newt snapped out of his reverie.
"What?"
Tina's mouth quirked to the side.
"I- uh- asked if you were ok...?"
"Oh. Well, yes. I am fine." he offered a smile, and she happily returned it. "How much work are you planning to do?"
Tina looked up from a document in one of the frayed yellow folders. "Not much. I can do it later," she responded carefully. Newt cocked his head to the side, like he did whenever he was interested in something. Tina fought her blush.
"I'm just saying," he started softly, throwing a pointed glance at the file. "Don't overwork yourself."
Tina looked down again.
Don't overwork myself? You're kidding, right? It's just a couple folders to kill some time... okay, maybe three- four... she shuffled through her files, then looked back at him. "I won't. just a little bit of paperwork, and I'll be done." Newt kept his head tilted slightly to the left, some kind of emotion flashing across his blue-green eyes- then it was gone. "I promise."
He seemed satisfied with that, and he sat back up in the bed, watching her with a predatory stillness, up until Pickett chirped loudly, announcing the completion of his masterpiece. Newt looked down at the him and broke into a grin. Tina followed his gaze.
One-third of Newt's cast was covered in bright red stars and spots.
"Wow! Pick, you're a natural!" The tiny Bowtruckle puffed out his chest and chirped contemptuously, the red pen forgotten at his side. Tina giggled. "That's real talent, Pickett. You could be an artist one day!" Pickett waved her off with a smug clicking noise, which sent them both into hysterics again.
"Are- we- interrupting something?" floated a voice like honey from the door.
"Queenie!" Tina and Newt called at the same time. She moved from her position from the door, and pulled up a chair next to Newt's bed, followed by Jacob and Leta, who hovered behind her.
"How are you feeling today?" asked Leta casually, dropping into a second chair by Queenie's side.
"I'm fine," he answered, the same time as Queenie said "He's fine."
She spotted Pickett, slightly ticked off at no longer being the centre of attention, and was now drawing something else.
"Hey, Pickett, what are you drawing?" asked Queenie, tilting her head so she could see the Bowtruckle. He proudly dropped the pen and made a noise equivalent to a mocking laugh. Newt looked down. There was something else on his cast now.
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