Return to New York

Tracking Tina

Newt led Jacob along the White Cliffs of Dover. He knew they would be in Paris in a matter of minutes and he'd be able to see Tina. If I can find her. Suddenly, he was nervous. Queenie said she's dating someone. What if she doesn't want me anymore?

"Jacob, that man Tina's been seeing . . ." he started.

"Don't worry, she's gonna see you and she'll see the four of us together, it'll be just like New York all over again," Jacob assured him. "Don't worry about it."

"But he -- he's an Auror, Queenie said."

"Yeah, he's an Auror," Jacob said. "So what? Don't worry about him."

Newt hesitated. "What do you think I should say to her, if I see her?"

"Oh, well, it's best not to plan these things," his friend replied. "You know, you just say whatever comes to you in the moment. You should be able to speak to her. You two were close, weren't you?"

Newt nodded. "Didn't Queenie ever tell you that we -- we were engaged?"

"You and Tina?"

"Yes."

"No, I don't think she did." Jacob seemed to notice Newt's worried expression. "Hey, it'll be fine."

"But what if she doesn't want me anymore?"

"Hey. Hey, hey," Jacob said, stopping Newt. He grabbed his friend by the shoulders. "It's gonna be alright. We're in this together, pal. Okay, I'm gonna help you out. I'm gonna help you find Tina, find Queenie, and we'll all be happy again, just like old times." He turned and saw the portkey tout waiting at the edge of the cliff. "Who is this guy?"

Newt turned to look at the man. "Oh, he's the only way I can leave the country without documentation," he explained. They started moving again. "You don't suffer from motion sickness, do you?"

"I don't do well on boats, no."

"You'll be fine."

"Stir your stumps," the man said. "Leaves in one minute." He glared at Newt. "Fifty galleons."

"No, we said thirty," Newt said quickly.

"Uh huh. Thirty to go to France. Twenty not to tell anyone I see Newt Scamander leaving the country illegally."

Newt sighed and began digging in his pocket.

"Price of fame, pal," the man said.

Newt pulled out a handful of money and passed it to him. He checked it before pocketing it. "Hmm. Ten seconds." He began counting down.

Newt offered Jacob his hand.

"Jacob," he said.

Jacob hesitantly reached out his hand.

"Six," the man said. He looked pointedly at the bucket which had begun to shake. "Four, three, two, one."

Newt stared at the bucket then purposefully stomped his foot down into it. He felt the tug of a portkey transporting him miles across the world. They appeared in a large field. They could see the city of Paris in the distance.

Newt had been to Paris before so he knew where to go. He motioned for Jacob to pick up the bucket. Then he grabbed his friend's hand and Disapparated. They appeared in the city, and Newt began leading them through the streets.

Jacob moaned slightly.

"What?" Newt asked.

"This thing makes me feel-- ugh."

"What, the portkey?"

"I guess." Jacob paused. "Do you know where we're going?"

"Maybe."