Diana had Aurie in her pyjamas by the time eight rolled around, the little girl reaching for the bubbles her pseudo-grandmother had conjured above her head. A sharp 'crack' echoed through the chilly air, and Diana had scooped Aurie up and was heading to the door before the echoes had dissipated.

She was standing in the doorway when her youngest son and his new wife appeared in the lamplight, wrapped up against the biting wind and sparkling eyes.

"Mother!" Newt greeted, reaching in to kiss her cheek and somehow reliving her of Aurie at the same time. "Miss Aurora you look delightful this evening. I do like your duckies!"

Aurie giggled as Tina stepped up to greet Diana also, taking her gloves off as she leant in to press a kiss to her mother-in-law's cheek.

"Hey Diana, we aren't late are we?" Tina closed the door behind them and began to divest herself of the rest of her outwear.

"No, you're right on time," Diana reassured her, taking Tina's coat. "Now, let me look at you! Mrs Scamander! How does it feel?"

"Like we're making it real tonight," Tina admitted, taking Aurie from Newt so he could take his coat off. "It still feels like a dream! Mrs Scamander."

"I like it," Newt leant forward pressing a kiss to Tina's cheek with a goofy smile. "If your being my wife is a dream then can we please stay asleep?"

Tina laughed lightly, shaking her head at how soppy Newt could be. Diana pressed her hand to her heart, estatic to see the pair so deliriously happy.

"I fear everyone will know as soon as you walk through the door," She said faux gravely, "for you two are just radiating happiness! Now, off you chop. Tina dear, I have had everything of your moved to Newt's room. Now, off you pop, you have a gala to attend."

She took Aurie back, shooing them upstairs with a fond smile.

….

Tina had only ever been in Newt's bedroom at the Manor once before. It had been to run in, grab the suitcase and race down to find a particular herb to treat an infected hippogriff claw and she hadn't exactly stopped to smell the flowers.

Now however, she glanced around at the dark panelled wood walls with dark furniture and earthy coloured curtains and bedding. There were books piled everywhere, anywhere there was a relatively flat surface. The suitcase had its own corner where Newt could lay it flat and trust that nothing would happen to his creatures while he wasn't there.

If she had been asked to imagine what sort of room Newt had, she wouldn't have known what to describe. However, having seen his room, complete with a corner set up for potions and a great wooden desk with multiple drawers and covered in parchment and broken quills, she couldn't have imagined anything more fitting.

"We can decorate if you like," Newt said, pulling his wand out and sweeping it at the desk. He next pointed it to the wardrobe, and his dress robes flew out, already being pressed as they went.

"No," Tina breathed, glancing around, "I mean, maybe lose the chandelier, but I like it."

Newt looked a little relived.

"Besides," she stepped forward, "We're going to have to decorate our own place soon enough, your room here should stay how it always has."

Newt pressed a light kiss to the end of her nose and then stepped back, putting some necessary distance between the two of them.

"It would probably be wise if we got dressed separately," He said with a wavering voice. "I mean-"

"if we want to make it there?" Tina laughed. "You're right. Stay here while I decide what to wear though?"

Newt sat down on the bed, a serious look on his face. Tina chuckled, crossing the room to their wardrobe and leafing through the dresses that she had accumulated over the past year or so (Supplemented by Diana and Hippolyta even when she wasn't around).

"What about that blue one," Newt piped up from the bed. Tina paused, and shuffled back a few dresses before pulling out a peacock blue dress with jet beading. She smiled at it softly. She had worn it to a MACUSA event with Newt when he was still newly famous. "I always liked you in that dress. Not that I don't adore you in whatever you wear but-"

"You stared at me for a good minute before you could form any sort of thought," Tina reminisced softly. "Yeah, this one. Now, go and say hi to the creatures, I know you want to. You've been glancing at the case ever since we walked in."

Newt looked a little sheepish, but pushed himself up anyway, leaning in for a kiss before he loped off to the suitcase in the corner.

"We only have fifteen minutes till we need to go though," Tina reminded him, laying her dress on the bed. "So when I say, go and say hey, I mean stand in the middle and shout 'hey but daddy has to go now', we clear?"

"Yes dear," Newt smiled, disappearing into his suitcase. Tina turned to the mirror, waving her wand around her head and watching as her hair styled itself and her outfit glittered into the dress she had chosen for the evening. Given the chance she tended to do her own make up, but this was a significantly faster way, which meant she'd had more time with Newt before they had to come over.

She spotted her little wooden chest on Newt's desk, and, upon opening it, selected a long beaded necklace to add to the outfit. She twirled, nodded, and knocked on the suitcase.

"Come on honey, you gotta get ready," she called down fondly. She wondered if she should have insisted he stay above ground, or if he would have been distracted all evening.

"That was barely five minutes," Newt grumbled, his head popping out of the suitcase, followed quickly by his lanky body. He stopped, half in half out, when he saw Tina. "Well my dear," he said seriously, "I can already say that you are the most stunning woman I have ever seen and I am so proud to be your husband."

Tina blushed as he fully extracted himself from the case and shut the lid. She waited till he had raised his own wand and his outfit had exchanged to his dress robes before she stepped forward to kiss him gently.

"Mrs Scamander," Newt promised, "You look gorgeous. As always."

He offered her his arm, stowing his wand in the folds of his black robes.

"Shall we?"

…

They met Jacob and Queenie at the bottom of the stairs, Queenie giving one last kiss to a sleepy Aurie, and Jacob fiddling with the neck of the dress robes he had been bought for the occasion, looking a little uncomfortable. Queenie was wearing her favourite colour in a sheer slim ballgown, her golden hair styled in the latest fashion.

"Hey, it's the Scamanders'" Jacob called with a cheery wave. "hey Newt, how do you stand these things?"

"He doesn't," Tina replied drily. Queenie laughed.

"This is so exciting!" She squealed. "I mean, we're going to a magical gala at the Ministry, you two are married and look gorgeous and, wow!"

Tina glanced up at Newt and smiled. He squeezed her arm gently.

"Are we meeting Theseus and Hippolyta there?" Newt asked. Queenie nodded, adjusting her wrap. "Well, we'd better get going. Queenie if you'd like to take Tina's arm, I'll take Jacob."

They moved into position.

"Have fun," Diana called as they apparated away. Seconds later, they appeared in the ministry approved apparition point for the gala, two safety wizards already there checking names off on a list and looking distinctly bored.

"Hullo Peters," Newt said sympathetically, greeting one of the men. "How did you draw the short straw?"

"Forgot to hand in a report to be filed before Christmas," the balding gentleman grumbled, ticking two names off. "Got given the graveyard because of it. What are your friends names?"

"Jacob and Queenie Kowalski," Tina answered for them. "Hey Peters how's Bernadette doing? She's only got a few more weeks now right?"

"She's doing well considering," Peters replied, laying down his quill having found the names. "She just wants the baby out now. I'll tell her you were asking after her."

"I'll visit when the baby's born," Tina promised, "You have a good night now," to which Peters grunted, waving them through to the cloakroom beyond. They handed their outwear over, Jacob and Queenie practically quivering in excitement before being led through to the voluminous ballroom.

Newt glanced around a little warily, still not used to large numbers of people and being expected to socialize, even if he was much better than he had been years previously. Jacob stopped and stared at the room, open mouthed. Even accustomed to magic, he had never seen the splendour of the Ministry of Magic trying to impress the wizarding world.

His eyes darted from left to right, drinking in the glinting of the jewellery, the floating candles, the great chandelier over the ballroom dance floor made up of iridescent bubbles.

"Wow," he breathed with a low whistle of appreciation. "You wizards sure know how to throw a shindig!"

Queenie giggled, hanging off Jacob's arm as she looked around the room in excitement.

"Oh Teenie this is amazing!" She enthused. "Come on, let's go dance!"

A lively two-step was being played by the band, multiple couples already twirling about. Tina pulled a face, the two-step her least favourite of the ministry dances.

"Why don't we find a table, and Jacob and I can get us some drinks while we wait for the next dance," Newt suggested, patting Tina's hand and guiding her forward into the throngs of people.

Queenie glanced longingly at the dance floor, but followed her sister and brother-in-law through the crowds. Newt found them a quiet table close enough to make an escape to the balcony if the crowds got too much for him. Tina and Queenie sat down, casting an eye around for the other Scamanders, while Newt led Jacob through the crowds to the bar.

"Tina and I will have to make the rounds," he sighed to Jacob, pushing through a particularly stubborn crowd. "I'd rather we didn't."

"Perks of not being Ministry employees," Jacob grinned, collapsing against the bar.

"I'll take a sidecar, and three elvish wines," Newt ordered for them. The wizard behind the bar clicked his fingers and walked off to serve others at the bar. "Here," Newt pushed two of the crystal goblets towards Jacob and picked up the other two drinks. "Come on, back to our wives."

Newt led them a little more carefully through the crowds, Jacob following closely, apologising to people as he bumped into them.

"Oh no," Newt muttered, coming to a halt. Jacob tried peering round his slender friend, as he couldn't see over her head.

He groaned, thinking about the scene in front of him very pointedly for the sake of his wife. Across the room, Queenie sat upright, startling her sister and Hippolyta.

"Leta found Newt," Queenie informed them, gripping Tina's arm to stop her from crossing the room. "Newt's got this."

"Newt," Leta smiled charmingly, like a snake coiled in the grass beneath the roses, "No Miss Goldstein today?"

"Tina is over there," Newt held up the two glasses. "I'm on my way back over to her now, if you'll excuse me Mrs Rowle, Jacob and I don't want to keep them waiting."

With that, Newt slipped past, leading Jacob away.

"Man, you couldn't have just told her you're married now?" Jacob whispered.

"No," Newt answered, "Tina wants to see her face when we do."

They approached the table, Tina standing up and wrapping her arms around Newt's chest the second he arrived behind her. Theseus raised his brandy glass at his younger brother.

"So, my speech is at nine thirty, before everyone gets too drunk," Theseus informed them. "Be near the stage, they'll likely want you to at least do a bow, if not a speech."

Newt shuddered. The music changed to a likely polka. He smiled and turned to Tina.

"May I have this dance Mrs Scamander?" He whispered to her.

"You may Mr Scamander," Tina laughed, standing up and looping her hand through his.

…..

"Is that Newt Scamander?"

"Yes, that's Porpentina Goldstein isn't it? What's that on her finger?"

"Is that a…."

"I think it is!"

"Are they engaged?"

"Wouldn't it be romantic if they were?"

"When will they tell everyone?"

"When will the wedding be?"

"My father is sure to be invited, he works with Mr Scamander in the Department of Magical Creatures!"

"Do you think he asked on Christmas day?"

"Oh, isn't it romantic!"

…

Theseus walked up to the stage and raised his wand to his throat, magically enhancing his voice as the music died down.

"Good Evening everyone!" He called out, raising his glass. "It's the end of another year. We've had our successes and we've had our losses. It has been a fine year for the Ministry, but at the same time, it has been a sad one. We have lost many fine witches and wizards to the ongoing battle over in Europe. Together we stand and together we fight for the future, for our children. I would like you to raise a glass for all your successes and all our losses over the year. I would like you to raise a glass to absent friends."

"To Absent Friends," Chorused through the room followed by a minute of silence.

"Now, when I was asked to deliver the Ministers speech this year, I was asked to keep it short, sharp, and to the point. I think I have succeeded," Theseus's comment was met with laughter from the crowd. "And that was supposed to be the end. But something happened on the 28th December that I am delighted to be the one to announce."

He glanced down, and winked at Newt.

"Many of you are aware of the long standing partnership of my younger brother, and renowned magizoologist Newton Scamander, and MACUSA auror Porpentina Goldstein, author of the first book of international magical law. Many of us have our fingers in betting pools, some of us may be earning ourselves a few galleons tonight." A spattering of laughter echoed through the hall, but it almost seemed as if the occupants of the hall were holding their breath.

"It is my deepest pride, and my greatest pleasure, to announce that at two o'clock on the 28th December, my brother and Miss Goldstein were married at our family estate in Devonshire. So, I would like to raise a glass again, to the new Mr and Mrs Newton Scamander!"

A minute of shocked silence followed the announcement, before a slow applause started, soon developing into a staggering cheer, 'speech' being shouted over the clap of hands.

Theseus beckoned his brother to join him on stage. Newt stepped up, Tina holding his hand and, if it were possible, the clapping got louder. Newt waved a little sheepishly, Tina beside him waving as well. They affected a self-conscious bow, before stepping off the stage.

Their night from that point was a haze of congratulations and hands shaken and questions as to the immediacy (with one elderly witch making a pointed comment about whether they would be expecting a little Scamander within a few months which had them both blushing and stumbling over their words. Tina had turned to him as soon as the old lady had gone, asking if her favourite dress made her look fat.)

One which Tina would remember forever was the approach of Mr Rowle and his wife, Leta a stormy look in her wild eyes, clearly only there because her husband had insisted they pay their respects.

"Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Scamander," She had said stiffly, leaving as soon as her husband had made the necessary congratulations.

"Well that was awkward," Tina muttered under her breath as Queenie approached them with another glass of champagne for them both. She giggled, before floating off to continue dancing with Jacob.

At ten to midnight, Newt made their excuses very loudly, taking Tina's hand and almost pulling her from the room to the balcony, nodding to Theseus as he passed his brother. He didn't notice Theseus and Hippolyta take a stand near the door, advising people to let them alone.

"Well," Newt breathed out, releasing Tina's hand.

"Well," Tina agreed, stepping closer and pulling his arm around her. "I just can't believe the comment about a baby. I mean, do you think that's what people think?"

"It won't matter when there isn't a baby in six months," Newt reminded her gently, walking her to the railing.

Tina rested her head against his shoulder as they looked out over muggle London.

"Just think," Newt said quietly, "It was only a year ago you were coming to your first Ministry gala."

"We escaped out here that year too," Tina reminisced with a smile. "Stole a bottle of firewhisky from your brother and sat out here to greet the New Year."

"The firewhisky was rather irrelevant," Newt turned to press a kiss to her temple. "I was seeing the New Year in with you, that was truly all that mattered to me."

Tina smiled softly at his admission, knowing she didn't need to inform him that had been all she wanted that year as well.

"Nineteen thirty-one," She sighed, holding his hands crossed across her stomach as they were. "So much has changed in the last year! What changes to do you think will happen in the next?"

"So much has changed in the last week," Newt reminded her, contemplating her question. "You know my dear, I was looking out here last year, you standing next to me, and all I wanted was to hold you. It was the wish I made as the clock stuck twelve."

"What are you going to wish this year?" Tina teased, twisting to face him and smoothing his bow tie.

"I can't tell you," he whispered, "It's the rule."

"Since when have you played by the rules?" Tina laughed, patting his chest.

"This one, I may," Newt admitted, "the last one came true after all."

"Nineteen thirty has been a big year for us," Tina mused. "We travelled halfway round the world, admitted we were madly in love with each other, had the biggest fight, made up, came back to England and got married. Newt, what will next year bring?"

"I don't know," Newt answered honestly, smiling at her, almost level with him as she was in her heels. "But it will be an adventure. And you'll be with me, so it will be the best adventure."

"I like the sound of that," Tina whispered, biting her lower lip as she smiled. "You and me. The greatest adventure the world has ever seen."

"Are you ready for it Mrs Scamander?" Newt leant forward slightly.

"You betcha Mr Scamander," Tina grinned, closing the remaining distance as the clock struck midnight, tolling in the start of nineteen thirty one.

A/N And that's it for Drizzle! I have a sequel in mind, for 1931, but my essays take precedence and that is what I will be doing. So the next one defo won't be up till Mid-End of January?