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Leta would like me to inform Theseus that that is the reason high heels are a thing and that she would carry him if asked should this ever happen

Childhood AU and Imaginary Friend AU

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Queenie Goldstein was always aware that she was nothing more than a figment of Leta Lestrange’s imagination. She couldn’t affect anything in the physical world, but there were plenty of games she invented with the girl who created her. She also enjoyed “helping” her with everyday tasks.

And, as her imaginary friend, she was aware of Leta’s every emotion and thought, which helped her figure out how to soothe the girl.

Tina knew that she had likely highly misjudged Leta. Although all that she knew was from what Queenie had read in Newt’s mind, so she really wasn’t getting a very reliable source. The Auror didn’t have any female friends, unless you counted Queenie but, she supposed that if her and Queenie weren’t related that they wouldn’t have become friends anyway.

What did intrigue Tina was the past that Leta had with Newt. She knew that they were close, and she was interested in what Newt was like when he was young, as well as showing some kindness to the woman. It didn’t take legimency to realise that there had been a lot of darkness in Leta’s life, and Tina couldn’t help but feel bad for the woman.

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His back pressed against the wall, Credence’s dark eyes meet hers only briefly.

Tina was left alone in Theseus’ living room, as both Scamander brothers had to leave the place a few minutes ago. Newt was trying to catch his Niffler who had begun to discover the house and had already stolen a light pull from the hall; and Theseus were in the kitchen, helping Jacob Kowalski with the dinner. While waiting for them to come back, the auror decided to look around the living room.

It was quite big and cozy, she stated in mind and her lips curled up into a smile, when she noticed some framed pictures of the Scamander family on the shelves. She stepped closer to take a look, when she heard a strange noise. As if someone was calling Theseus’ name. Her first thought was to check the fireplace, as sometimes wizards were travelling through them, but it was all clear. She listened carefully, trying to detect where the sound was coming from. Was that a talking photograph? Or a painting? Or...

That was when she noticed a hand mirror on one of the bookshelves (not on the one with the pictures). It was quite small, but heavily decorated - to be honest, it didn’t really fit this house. With her wand in her had, she carefully lifted the mirror, which was still calling Theseus’ name. However, as she looked into it, she almost dropped it, because Leta Lestrange was inside. Leta, who had died in Paris. She had seen her burning in those blue flames, and now she was in the mirror. “Le... Leta?” she said, with her voice trembling a little and her fingers were clenching around her wand.

“Do you ever wish things were different?” The young man knew that was a loaded question, but there were always things he would like to change about his past and potential future. He just... didn’t think he had a choice. He felt his path was already laid. “M-Maybe we’ll be able to write our own future someday, Leta.”

“So tell me, what was Newt like in school?” Tina asked curiously as she sat down beside Leta. She offered her a cup of coffee. They’d been at the Ministry for hours in debrief mode, even Tina had been interviewed for nearly three hours about Paris. Now Tina knew Leta wasn’t engaged to Newt, she supposed she owed it to herself to get to know her.