Fantastic Beasts and What Happened to Them (Pt. 1)

Chapter 11- Never Quite That Easy

Newt sat in a chair in the kitchen, head in his hands. He's supposed to be taking it easy for a while, but he could do anything but that at that point. His chest felt heavy, like there were rocks in it. He couldn't help but feel guilty, he couldn't even help Jacob, he should've been there to fight, but instead he was to weak to anything about it. It seemed like he had a track record of failing to help people when they needed it the most. He felt awful waiting. He hated imagining what Grindlewald might be doing to Jacob right now, and they aren't even doing anything about it. Part of him was angry too, at Tina and Queenie for letting this much time pass without action. People had always said he had a tendency to act without thinking when it came to dangerous situations, but the more he thought about it the more he knew he needed to go help his friend.

Tina stood from across the kitchen, looking at Newt, who had barely spoken to her since the incident. She couldn't help but feel he was angry at her, but he just didn't understand they couldn't just go without having some kind of plan. She also felt horrible about what had happened, but she had faith they would be able to rescue Jacob and keep the case safe if they stuck together. Queenie was in devastation after what happened, but like Tina, she was confident in his safe return. Mostly. Tina watched as Queenie entered the room from obliviating the neighbors and fixing the damage done to the upstairs. She looked back at Tina with a mournful look on her face, but she smiled a hopeful smile. Tina looked back at Newt, his head still resting in his hands. He had been so quiet and still she wasn't sure if he was sleeping or what.

Is it time? Tina thought inside her head, looking at Queenie to not disturb Newt.

Queenie nodded her head gravely. Tina cleared her throat, Newt looked up from his position, his eyes weren't red, and he didn't look like he had been sleeping.

"Ready?"

He glanced over at the case sitting next to him and back at her, then nodded silently. He stood up and walked to the door. Behind him Tina mouthed the words

"Is he mad at me?" To Queenie. He looked at him then back at her and extremely quietly said

"Its mostly at himself."

Tina nodded, understanding.

"Are we going to walk there?" Tina asked Newt.

"You don't have to if you don't want to- I, I just need time to think." He replied, not turning around.

He sounded slightly angry at her. She hated the feeling of him being mad her. He was an incredibly patient person, making him mad felt like a sin to her.

"I'll come with you, so you don't have to walk alone."

He didn't reply.

"I'll meet you guys there, I need to grab a few things. Healing potions, things like that."

Queenie looked back at Tina before walking out of the room. Newt was still standing at the door, hand on the doorknob. After a beat he opened it, letting Tina walk out first. Mad or not, she respected the fact he was still a gentleman. He gently closed the door behind them and walked down the steps. Tina couldn't help but notice the second to top step had been fixed. They walked out onto the barren street, only lit by streetlamps and the moon, which was casting patterns on the ground before them. Newt walked briskly, case in his right hand, Tina almost had to jog to keep up. His face seemed fixated on the ground in front of of him. She kept her hands in her coat pockets, her stomach was in knots, knowing that soon anything could happen. She couldn't believe they were about to confront one of the most powerful wizards in the entire world. Then it struck her. They had no chance. Her eyes widened, there were practically going on a suicide mission.