Gramander flower shop AU ♥

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Eddie Redmayne, Dan Fogler, Alison Sudol and Katherine Waterston know a thing or two about the wizarding world. How would they react to finding their Patronuses?

Across the Pond

Newtina drabble because who already isn’t in love with these two?

Words: 340 Setting: Post FBAWTFT _______________________________________________________________________

Tina woke early that morning, as she had done ever since the morning he left. To her it felt so surreal, all that had happened with Grindelwald, MACUSA and Newt. It was as if she had been startled from a dream every time she woke. 

It had been exactly 6 months since Mr Scamander had boarded the ship back to England. 6 months since he’d walked that gangplank and hadn’t looked back. He said he’d come back, she thought. He will come back.  She’d been keeping up to date with all the recents publications, anxiously awaiting the day she’d see the words Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander sprawled across the papers. Alas, that day had not yet come, and she was no closer to seeing him again. She was preparing herself breakfast and getting ready for work when Queenie dropped the envelope on the table.  “For you,” she smirked.  “Don’t get too excited”, she added as an afterthought. Evidently having read her mind. Tina just frowned, having not seen where the post had been sent from. She smoothed over the envelope, flicking it over to see who it was addressed to and sent from.  To Miss Porpentina Goldstein… London, The United Kingdom. 

As quick as she could she was tearing open the envelope to reveal the hand-written letter inside: Tina,

I’m writing to you about my book. It’s going to be published very soon, and in that vein I hope to be seeing you again soon for my personal delivery. As promised. I cannot wait to come back to America, I will be visiting Frank to see how he is going. And of course, to see you. 

Don’t bother replying, as by the time you will be reading this I will already be on my way. 

Yours,

Newt Scamander. 

She held the letter to her chest, biting her lip to contain her joy. 

“As promised indeed, Mr Scamander.”

And with that she was on her way to work with a spring in her step.