"Hey, Newt, you look a bit down" Jacob came in to the room.

Newt was crestfallen. A crumpled picture of Tina lay on his lap. His eyes were a bit red, like he was crying.

"Newt?" Jacob called him again.

"Oh, yes Jacob" Newt realized and wiped off some salty tears still stagnated on his cheek.

"Why you cryin' bud?" Jacob sat across from him, "You can tell me, y'know?"

"Fine" Newt cleared his throat, "Tina and I courted for a few days before breaking up".

"You guys actually courted?" Jacob asked in disbelief, "That's amazing!"

"Are you listening to yourself?" Newt snapped, "We courted not courting".

"Oh, I see. Might've been a little rough for you, eh?" Jacob said, "It's alright, pal. It's all part of life".

"The thing is that she and I decided to keep our relationship a secret" Newt said, "And she uh. . she might've told Bridget about this. ."

"So?"

"I want it to be a secret! And she betrayed me!" Newt hissed.

"Then why do you have a picture of her?" Jacob asked.

"No, I was just. . throwing it away. . It's just a stupid picture, y'know?" Newt got up and pinned the picture to the lid of his case.

"So you aren't throwing it out?" Jacob asked.

"Well yes. . but actually no" Newt tried to formulate a good reason for this eccentric behavior, but he couldn't.

"Face it, Newt. You can't stop thinking about her" Jacob raised his arms, "Go on, tell her. Talk to her".

"I c-can't! We agreed on this break up!" Newt said.

"Clearly you don't know how this relationship thing works" Jacob said, "Allow me to coach you".

"If this requires a lot of work, I'm out" Newt told him.

"I'll just give you a few pointers and stuff, got it?" Jacob said, "Firstly, go talk to her. Talk about the Ministry plan! Talk about Queenie avoiding the "incident" and talk about books!"

"Okay, let's get to it" Newt said, "We have twenty minutes before the Ministry meeting".

As much as Tina was shattered by the sudden end to their relationship, that did not stop her from working on the contraption with other Aurors and bossing the mission.

Eventually, people gave in and appointed her as the interim Head of the Auror Missions in the Ministério da Mágica. Of course, she wouldn't withhold this position permanently.

"Alright, Gina, I want to get the final blueprint for documentation!"

"Alexis, can we focus on this and not about anything else?"

"Carlos, what the heck are you doing?"

"Benjamin, great to see you. The only person who seems committed to this!"

"Bilius, I want the mechanical parts ready!"

Tina's shouts could be heard a mile away. She showed no mercy to the wrongdoers and showered compliments on people who did the job well.

Soon after long hours, they were done for the day. The final part would be the testing.

"Great work, team!" Tina said, "We are right on schedule. Please proceed to the Ministry meeting we have today".

Everyone dispersed in an orderly fashion like they were disciplined kids in a prep school. Soon enough, Tina was left alone to make some final changes.

"Miss Goldstein" a cold voice behind her said.

"Oh, um, hello" Tina turned to Bridget.

"Here are the final reports for the working of the machine" Bridget handed her a thick stack of papers, "And also, you've got a visitor".

"You really don't have to tell me. . " Tina began, but silently gasped when she saw the familiar face sticking out.

"Um. . hello Mr Scamander, a lovely surprise" Tina cleared her throat.

"I should go" Bridget said before rushing down the corridors.

"Miss Goldstein" Newt approached her, "It gives me great pleasure to congratulate you on your promotion to the interim Head".

"I appreciate that, Mr Scamander" Tina answered, "Aren't you supposed to be in the meeting with Theseus?"

"Well yes but I thought of waiting for you" Newt said, ". . As a. ."

"Friend" Tina finished his sentence, "Friends. Of course, silly me. Yes, we are friends".

"Yes, we can even be called as best friends or partners " Newt added, ". . I mean, partners in crime and not. . I mean".

"And not partners in life" Tina said, "Very well, it's been a while".

"Yes it has been a while" Newt said, "With all the drama and things, right?"

"The whole relationship thing" Tina said, "But that's alright, I suppose. There are still several other names we can call ourselves to describe who we are".

There was a pause. Tina continued, "An Auror and a Magizoologist sounds too specific".

"Yes, uh, I suppose we can call ourselves affliates? We do correspond with letters" Newt said, "And of course, there are plenty of ways to describe who we are".

"Like uh, future husband-and-wife maybe?" a male voice drawled from the door.

Jacob stood there, a smug expression on his face like he knew several things.

"What Jacob means is that. . " Tina said, ". . future people. That's all. Future man and future woman. We all age, don't we?"

"But time is relative depending upon the frame of reference" Newt put forward, "But still, I agree that we do age, but not uniformly.".

"Guys, seriously. What is wrong with y'all?" Jacob said.

"We're perfectly fine, thank you" Tina said, "I mean, I'm not sure if Mr Scamander, here, but I'm fine".

"I'm great too" Newt answered.

"Okay, let me break it down for you" Jacob said, "First off, you guys became estranged just because of a stupid misunderstanding! Secondly, you guys deserve each other! Thirdly, you know the other one better than anyone in the world!"

"Mr Kowalski, I don't think you are permitted to address people, especially in this Ministry as "guy". " Newt said.

". . fourthly, you two are simply made for each other! Why don't you understand that behind all those smiles, lies a broken soul, yearning for the other?" Jacob hissed.

"I must really get going" Tina grabbed all her things, "Mr Kama and Nagini will be waiting to hear about the final plan".

With that, Tina sped off in one direction.

"I should probably get my wand and my other things" Newt said, "I should get going to the meeting. Coming Jacob?"

"I'll catch up soon enough" Jacob answered as Newt rushed off to the conference room.

"Wish Queenie was here" Jacob sighed, before resuming to his work.