Chapter 1
Chapter 1-
Newt smiled as he handed his wife a box. She smiled back, peering at the label before gasping. “It’s all my school things from back in the day!”
Newt chuckled, leading Tina over to the table to open the box. Popping the box open, she pulled out a little badge. Cranberry and Navy Blue, the gold letters that read, “Head Girl”. “I was Head Girl in seventh year.” She murmured, brushing the gold letters reverently.
Newt hummed, kissing her shoulder,” I'm sure you were wonderful, my darling.” She laughed.
“Yeah, I was always busting people out for breaking curfew!” Tina gasped, reaching into the box and pulling out a stack of books. Pulling out the first book, she held it up for him to see. Navy blue with cranberry red writing it read, Ilvermorny Yearbook-1912
“You kept your Yearbooks?” Newt asked.
Tina turned in his arms, her eyebrows raised in question, “You didn’t?” Newt shook his head, “Mum preferred to keep them. Theseus and I both.” His wife laughed, handing the book to him as he carried her over to the couch. Perching her in his lap, he opened the book. Allowing her to flip through the pages until they came to the G-section.
Turning to the last page she pointed to a picture, and there she was, her picture next to that Quinton Gordon.
Little Tina smiled shyly at the camera, her dark hair styled into twin braids as her robe slipped off her slim shoulders. “You were so cute!” He whispered, tickling her sides. She blushed, “You should have seen me in second year!”
Summoning the book over, she flipped it to her page and there she was again. All braces with dark blue brackets and small pimples dotting her cheeks and forehead. Her robe fit her shoulders better and wisps of hair escaped her braid, framing her beautiful eyes as the camera light flickered before starting over again.
Newt smiled, brushing her hair back as he brushed his finger over the photo. Photo Tina scrunched her nose, her cheeks flushed red, glaring at him from her photo. He smiled and her eyes widened before turning back to the camera.
Tina giggled, “She likes you!” Newt kissed her cheek, “I should hope so.” Curling her into his side he wisp[ered, “I guess I’ll have to show you mine now?”
As she drifted off to sleep, she replied, “Most definitely.”