I know it's 5 days late, but I really wanted to do a Valentine's story. This is part one of two.

This takes place in February 1927 (the movie takes place in November 1926).

As before, I don't own anything but the plot.

Queenie gazed at her sister over the magazine. Newt was animatedly telling her about his creatures – how he had recently acquired several new Occamy hatchlings and new-born Mooncalves. The case, which now had countless charms and spells on it to prevent his creatures escaping, lay on the floor beside him. His book wasn't quite finished as yet, but he'd insisted on coming back to see the sisters. Tina was gazing at him in a way Queenie had never seen her look at anyone. When she looked at Newt she could see he was looking at Tina the same way.

They may have been talking about Newt's creatures, but their thoughts were so different. It was Valentine's Day, and he was taking her out for a meal later this evening. She could hear Tina more clearly; she wasn't even thinking about trying to shut her out. I hope he likes the cufflinks…wait does he even wear cufflinks? Oh God have I got him completely the wrong present? I wonder if he's bought me flowers? I should hope he knows I prefer marigolds to roses any day. Mercy Lewis, Tina, how do you expect him to know that already? You've been together for what, a week?

She knew that Newt hated her reading his mind, and she had to admit she still struggled on occasion – it was the British accent. She didn't know what it was about accents that affected mind reading. However, when any kind of emotion – be it despair, elation or infatuation – is running high, people can be read like books. And Newt was so infatuated with her sister. So she could read him pretty much as easily as she could Tina. Merlin, she's so beautiful. I can't even look at her without wanting to kiss her. That's far too forward, though, we've been together for a week, she might hate me…she might think I'm going too fast for her…but I kissed her the day we got together and she never objected, so maybe…But I have to be the gentleman. I have to take her out for a meal and present her with flowers…it was marigolds she said she liked, wasn't it? I do hope so. And does she wear earrings? I think she does, I hope she likes them.

Queenie couldn't help but smile to herself and hope they didn't notice. He was perfect for her. He thought she was beautiful, but he hadn't told her he loved her. Yet. So therefore she hadn't said it to him. Her powers did not lie in telling the future, but she could tell that Valentine's would be the night he'd say it. The thoughts racing through his mind continued until one caught her eye. I love her. I'm in love with her and I haven't told her. How do I tell her? Kiss her and then tell her? Or tell her and then kiss her?

This was too cute an opportunity to pass up. Queenie put the magazine down having not read a word of it. "Hey Teenie?"

"Yes?" she looked up.

"You should probably go get ready. You don't wanna go out in your work uniform."

Tina looked down at her outfit. As soon as she'd gotten in from work, he was here waiting and they'd been talking ever since. "You look wonderful as it is." Newt placed his hand over Tina's, resting on the sofa. She smiled at him but rolled her eyes, "You don't want to go out with me dressed like this. I'll only take a moment."

She stood up and looked at Queenie. Can you help me? I have no idea what to wear, I haven't done this before was the thought she had, deliberately there for her sister to read. This was finally a chance to doll up her big sister, but Queenie had to talk to her sister's beau first. "Of course I'll help you, Teenie. I'll be there in a moment."

She nodded and headed off into the bedroom, sliding the door shut behind her.

As soon as the door shut behind her Queenie turned on Newt. "Yes, it was marigolds she likes. They're her favourite. She'll love them."

He looked sheepish and stared at his feet as if they were the most interesting thing in the room. "I told you I don't like you reading my mind."

"If you don't like me reading your mind, stop making it so easy for me. Your complete infatuation with my sister means I can read you like a book." Queenie said casually, knowing it would bother him somewhat.

"I-infatuation? Who said anything about infatuation?" he spoke quickly, then realised what she was on about. "Oh. You read that bit too."

Queenie couldn't help but smile. It was so sweet for Tina to finally have a man who admitted he loved her. "I did. And believe me, she loves you too."

"She…she does?" he sounded unsure.

"Oh honey, of course she does! Why do you think she looks at you like that?"

"Like what?"

She sighed. He was so focussed on thinking about how beautiful she was he didn't notice the way she looked at him with total adoration. "Never mind."

Before she could continue Tina called from the bedroom, "Queenie! I don't have all evening!"

Queenie laughed. "Coming, Teenie!" she called back and got up, walking towards the sliding doors. Before she opened them she turned back to Newt sat waiting in the lounge. "Oh and by the way…tell her and then kiss her."

He flushed red and continued to look at the floor but she saw him nod ever so slightly. Passing into the bedroom she saw Tina sat on her bed, her head in her hands. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to wear. I have no idea how this sort of thing works.

"But I do, Teenie." she said as she shut the door behind her.

"Will you quit reading my mind?" Tina didn't look at her.

"I said this to Newt and I'll say it to you. If you don't want me to read your mind, stop making it so easy for me. People are easy to read when emotions are running high. In this case the pair of you are so in love with each other I can read you both like books."

"Who said I was in love with him?" Tina still didn't look at her sister.

"Oh come on, Teenie. I don't even need to use my abilities to know that. It's so blatantly obvious."

Queenie could tell her sister was blushing. "Can you just help me get ready?" Tina finally said impatiently. I want to look good for him and I don't know how.

Queenie grinned at her. "Sure."

Eventually they decided on a very dark purple - almost black - dress, that reached to her knees. The waistline was low slung, indicated by a seemingly loosely-tied purple ribbon, and the skirt fabric shimmered with a silver reflect. The neckline was fairly low, as was the fashion, giving way to off-the-shoulder straps. Around her neck was a long silver necklace with a simple purple-red pendant, and matching teardrop earrings hung from her ears. Tina stood in front of the full length mirror in the sisters' bedroom and looked at herself sceptically. She had sheer black tights on as an attempt to shield the cold, and was wearing a pair of black kitten heels she saved specifically for parties her job had forced her to attend in the past. This wasn't a party as such, but they were the only nice shoes she owned. Queenie draped a black sheer wrap over her sister's shoulders, the fabric having the same silver shimmer as the dress. "Are you sure this isn't too much, Queenie?"

Queenie scoffed. She was stood behind her sister, her hands resting on her shoulders where she'd just placed the wrap. "Too much? Never. You look gorgeous."

"I don't know, it just seems kinda…seductive. For a Valentine's dinner." A blush appeared at the tops of Tina's cheekbones as soon as she said it.

Queenie laughed, "Stop worrying, Teenie. You suit this kind of dark, sophisticated look. More than I do." Queenie had relished in doing her sister's makeup, and since Tina had point blank refused to let her do a purple smoky eye, she had instead painted her lips with a dark purple-red lipstick, which (as she had assured her sister) was enchanted to be totally transfer proof.

"Are you sure? I don't want him to think I'm trying too hard."

"Teenie, he won't. And if he does I'll know." Queenie looked at her sister fondly in the mirror. She glanced at the vanity table she'd temporarily set up across the room. "Are you sure you don't want the fascinator?"

Tina laughed, "No! That really is too much."

Queenie shrugged, "If you say so."

"Queenie?" Tina's tone was now one of concern.

"Yeah?"

"Will you be okay while I'm gone? It's just…I know how you felt about Jacob. And it's Valentine's Day."

At the mention of Jacob Queenie's smile faded just a little. "I'll be fine, Teenie. I know I'm not supposed to, but I've been visiting his bakery. He's doing really rather well. I'm happy if he is happy." After a moment her smile fully returned - now was not the time to get emotional. It wouldn't do her any good, now or later. "Now, I think we've kept him waiting a sufficient amount of time, don't you?" She handed Tina a small black clutch bag, containing her wand along with the Valentine's present she'd bought Newt.

Tina laughed, she was too distracted by her own excitement and nerves to reprimand Queenie for visiting Jacob. "Yes." I'm still so nervous, though.

"Teenie, you don't need to be nervous. Come on. Let's get you on your date."

Tina nodded and Queenie slid open the bedroom door, for the pair of them to enter the lounge. Newt had now changed into a rich purple suit, with a muted lavender/lilac coloured waistcoat and a dark purple bowtie. He looked incredible. Hello handsome ran through Tina's head and Queenie stifled a giggle. Tina shot her a look.

The look on Newt's face was enough to reduce Queenie to more giggles. He looked utterly stunned. Merlin's beard…how can one woman look so utterly stunning?

Tina snuck a shy look at him. "Well? How do I look?"

He struggled to get his words out for a moment or two, before eventually coming up with, "Beautiful. Simply beautiful." He'd stood up and taken her hand, looking right into her eyes. He was inches away. I wish he'd just kiss me right now. That thought crossing Tina's mind made Queenie giggle again and Tina shot her a look. Don't. You. Dare.

"Are you sure? It's not too much?" she turned her attention back to her beau.

"No. You look wonderful." he assured her, kissing the back of her hand, prompting a smile from Tina. Oh, he's such a gentleman.

"Shall we get going then?" Tina looked up at him, noticing his eyes sparkling in his smiling freckled face.

"Yes, yes. But first…" he moved a hand from behind his back. A hand that held a bunch of golden yellow flowers. "I…I heard they were your favourite." he said shakily, handing them to her, still grinning.

Tina's smile threatened to take over her whole face. "Yes. Yes, they are. They're beautiful. Thank you." she lifted herself onto her toes to plant a kiss on his cheek (Queenie was right. The lipstick really is transfer proof) and he blushed a little as a result.

She handed the flowers to Queenie - Put these somewhere where I can look at them every day. Newt offered his arm to Tina. "Shall we, Miss Goldstein?" he asked with a smile.

She grinned and looped her arm through his. "I think we should, Mr Scamander." Quickly she glanced at Queenie. You sure you'll be alright?

She smiled. "I'll be absolutely fine, Teenie. Go enjoy yourself."

Thank you. And with that the couple Disapparated, leaving Queenie to contemplate how cute they were.

They were gone for several hours. Several hours which Queenie partially spent thinking about what they could possibly be doing. She could read that Tina was happy, but she couldn't actually read her mind from this distance. Wherever they were was too far away from the apartment.

She kept herself busy to stop herself thinking about Jacob. She placed the marigolds in a simple china vase on the mantelpiece, and then cleaned the apartment, embroidered several handkerchiefs and other random pieces of fabric she found, and caught up on the latest gossip in All American Witch Weekly. Tina hated gossip magazines, but Queenie found she rather enjoyed reading the 'pointless tattle' (as Tina called it) printed within the pages.

At around one in the morning she was woken from – admittedly a very light – sleep when she heard a crack and giggles coming from the lounge. She laughed softly to herself, reading that both of them were in fact slightly drunk, and not just from alcohol. She heard whispers, a kiss, more giggles, another kiss and then finally Tina crept into the bedroom, stifling drunken giggles. Queenie immediately feigned sleep, but she knew Tina wouldn't notice. It was dark, and she was drunk.

After her sister had quietly changed and gotten into bed, Queenie snuck a look at her out of one eye. Through the partial darkness she could see Tina lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. Her mind was racing. She clearly was ever so slightly drunk, because her thoughts were rather erratic and repetitive. This surprised Queenie. Tina had always been the sensible, head-of-household figure and had rarely been drunk (the only other time was on her 21st birthday, and even then she'd promised never to drink again. And she'd kept that promise. Until now, of course).

Her thoughts were centred on one event. Above all else, among all the vague fleeting thoughts of the bar/restaurant, the food and (of course) drink, his reaction to the cufflinks (he'd loved them – they were shaped like miniature Fwooper feathers), her reaction to the earrings he'd bought her (delicate peridot crystals on tiny silver chains – she adored them and had promised to wear them every day) and the music they'd danced to together (a mix of swing, jazz and Charleston) – was one particularly detailed memory. One that made Tina smile so much it threatened to take over her face.

So that's part one. And no, the last sentence does not suggest anything above a T rated story.

Part two will be up soon, let me know what you think, I love reading reviews!

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