Hey guys! I watched Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them almost a month ago, and I must say I fell in love. This movie is AMAZING! So anyway, I had to try out a little Newt X Tina fic. Cute, fluffy one-shots. I hope you like it!

BTW, I made Queenie and Tina Jewish in this one. If you have a problem with that, you're a jerk. Besides, their family name is in Yiddish. They are SO Jewish, guys. Anyway, onwards!

Newt glanced around him. The wind was whipping his hair all in his face, which made it rather hard to see, but he tried anyway. The ship he stood on neared the docks at New York City, and he could glimpse the Statue of Liberty from the deck.

Newt cradled his case protectively, already clicking it into "Muggle-Worthy". He wasn't taking any chances now; this visit was important.

He DID have a little friend in his pocket: Pickett the bowtruckle. Pickett was very dear to Newt, and liked perching in his pocket. Newt actually like that very much- after almost losing Pickett to a goblin the previous year, he didn't want the bowtruckle too far from him ever again.

Newt bounded off the ship as soon as it docked, loping a bit awkwardly (he wasn't much of a runner) towards the big city of New York. He truly didn't have any clue how to make it to Tina and Queenie's apartment- last time he'd been here, he wasn't trying to get anywhere in particular. That was why Tina had sent him an owl with a letter, telling him to wait for her by the bank where the two first met. Newt made sure the Niffler wasn't in any chance of getting loose; he didn't think they could get away with destroying a bank AGAIN.

By the time Newt jogged to the large bank through New York City's bustling streets, Tina was already waiting for him. She looked almost exactly as she had when he'd bumped into her at the convention of the Second Salemers, but this day she had a little flower in her hat. As Newt got closer, he noted that the petals were shaped like a Niffler. That was interesting.

"Newt!" Tina exclaimed happily, hugging him. "It's nice to see you."

Newt waved, a little awkwardly. "Hello, Tina. I brought you the book."

Tina nodded towards his suitcase. "I hope no creature ate it yet."

"No I- Merlin's beard, I'm almost sure I put it in a safe spot…"

Tina smiled. "Calm down. It'll probably be fine."

"All right, then."

They stood, just staring at each other, then:

"Should we go?" Newt asked.

"Oh! Yes, Queenie's waiting for us." Tina jumped.

Instead of apparating there, Tina suggested the two of them walk. Newt agreed enthusiastically- it was a great chance for him to get to know the city.

New York was enormous. Newt, who avoided London whenever he got the chance, was overwhelmed by the noises and sights and smells surrounding him.

"Pickles! Nice, sour pickles!"

"Fruit on a stick, two for the price of one!"

"Get your kitchen utensils here!"

"Best vegetables in the city!"

Newt gazed around him in awe.

"This is nothing like London." He finally said.

Tina laughed. "I've never been out of the city. But I guess it is quite special."

For a while the two walked comfortably, but in silence. Newt breathed in the scents of New York: pickled food, cooking meat, sugar, smoke, baking bread, people. It was getting crowded; they were hurrying through a few blocks of immigrant homes. It was very different here from the street of the bank- so many people swarmed the sidewalks, stalls took up much room, signs in Yiddish or Italian or Russian or German hung from storefronts.

"Come on, Newt." Tina said, nimbly swerving around pedestrians. Newt, on the other hand, had to squeeze between the people. One man glared at him, and Newt rushed along after Tina.

"We're almost there." Said Tina, noticing Newt's slightly nervous face.

Newt nodded. "Th-that's good."

Tina glanced at him again. "Hey, are you all right?"

"Yes. Just a little hot."

Tina raised an eyebrow, but didn't press the matter. Despite it being November and not very plausible that Newt felt warm, she understood he didn't want to talk about it.

After ten more minutes of quick walking, they came upon the Tina's street.

"Oh, I remember this place," Newt said. "Do you still have to pretend I'm not actually here?"

Tina looked confused for a second. "Oh, the owner! No, Jacob's been coming around often lately. He's so friendly that he's been giver an official 'pardon' from the 'no men rule'. You can pretend you're him."

As they walked up the stairs, Newt dared to ask about the hat.

"Tina? The flower on your head is-"

"-Shaped like a Niffler? Yes, Queenie did that. Jacob taught her with dough, she's quite good at it."

Newt nodded. "Very realistic. Will Jacob be here today?"

Tina shook her head. "No, sorry. Maybe some other time this week."

"Oh, that's fine." He answered as they came to a stop in front of a wooden door.

Tina smiled at him, slightly shyly, and opened it.

"Tinie, what took you so long? I thought you were going to- NEWT!"

As soon as Tina and Newt entered the apartment, Queenie tackled Newt with a friendly hug.

"It's so good to see you again! Have you brought the book?"

Newt flashed her a small grin. "Yes, it's in here. Just a moment."

He unlatched the suitcase, made sure it was open on his possessions, and pulled out a paperback book.

"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them… by Newt Scamander! Newt, how amazing!" Queenie flounced over to Tina and showed her the cover.

"Impressive." Tina told her, seeming quite happy.

Newt nodded with shy pride. "I gave a copy to Albus Dumbledore- he's my former teacher, works at Hogwarts –and he said it was delightful and may be used as a textbook for studying's use in these following years."

"That's wonderful news!" Queenie exclaimed. "I was just making some strudel for Shabbos anyway, why don't we eat it now to celebrate?"

"Jacob likes strudel." Newt noted as they all sat around the kitchen table.

"Yes, he's coming over for Friday night's Shabbos dinner. Queenie will make some more, so he won't feel left out." Tina informed him. "You're staying with us, so I told Jacob you'd be here too. I hope you don't mind."

"No, actually," Said Newt. "I'd love to eat with you. I'm planning on staying for a while, anyway."

"Good." Tina smiled softly.

The three ate their strudel in silence, and Newt wondered what new memories he'd take back to England with him when he eventually left.