Newt and Jacob arrived back at the Goldsteins' apartment and snuck past Mrs. Esposito. Jacob went to go get a bath, because he was so sweaty. Newt went up to his room, and sat on the bed, unsure what to do.

Finally, he opened his suitcase and pulled out a beautiful, glossy book. He took some newspaper from the nightstand and wrapped it up loosely.

Sitting at the wooden desk, Newt grabbed some parchment, a quill, and his ink bottle. He dipped the quill into the ink, and paused to think for a moment. Then, he began to write.

Tina,

There are no words to describe what I've done. It was terrible, it was monstrous, I've never done anything like it. In truth, there was no way I could have done anything like it. I was quiet in my teenage years, so nobody ever payed attention to me. I didn't mind it, really.

Then, one day, I met a girl. She was funny, she was talkative, she was sort of sassy, but she cared. She was in Slytherin, and I was in Hufflepuff, but we put our differences behind us.

That girl was Leta. Leta Lestrange. Leta and I grew up to be close friends. She cared about me so much!

In my third year, I was expelled from Hogwarts. I won't go into details, because it's not relevant to what I'm trying to say. Leta and I kept in touch. There were frequent owls sent back and forth. During holidays, she visited me.

As we got older, and Leta graduated from Hogwarts, we got to spend more and more time together. Eventually, we became... well, more than friends.

It didn't impact our relationship. Leta was still her funny, caring, talkative self, and I was still there to listen.

As time passed, we became more in love. I got a job at the Ministry of Magic, and I researched beasts in my free time.

Then, one day, Leta and I got into an argument over something small and silly. I said some nasty things to her, and she said some nasty things back. The words hurt. When words like that were directed at me, Leta was the one who stood up for me. I never imagined she would speak that way.

I left. I dropped everything and left. I moved far away. The wounds wouldn't heal.

I had dropped my job at the Ministry of Magic, so now I spent all of my time researching beasts. They were amazing-- they were fantastic! They needed to be saved. I started writing a guide. A guide called Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them! I needed to teach people about the creatures, and tell them that they weren't dangerous, but fantastic.

I traveled everywhere. Everywhere that you could possibly imagine! I even went to Africa and found a thunderbird and an extremely rare obscurus.

Then, I went to New York. The trip certainly was different from what I had expected. I met you. You didn't seem to like me much at first, Tina. But, through it all, we became friends. And it was great! You were brave and kind.

I had to leave, but I was excited to come back! So, I came back, and the first couple of days were great. You and I became more than friends.

One night, I took a walk. My feet carried me to that field. I watched the stars for a while. They were truly beautiful. Just as I was about to leave, I noticed a person off in the distance. They slowly approached.

The person, as I soon discovered, was Leta. I was shocked! The wounds in my heart opened up again. They bled.

Leta started to kiss me. I didn't know what to do. But I realized, despite what she had done to me, I had missed her a lot. I'm not proud of it, but I kissed back.

The very second I started to kiss back, I knew it was wrong. I had you, Tina, you were the one I loved! I was about to pull away, when I heard a crack. It was you. You apparated right in front of us!

I was speechless, I was angry at myself. Furious with myself. I was going to pull away! Why didn't I do it sooner? Why did I let her kiss me in to first place?!

You ignored me. You still are ignoring me. I don't blame you. I would ignore myself too, if that was possible. I don't know if you'll ever forgive me. I probably wouldn't.

Even if you never forgive me, you can never say I didn't apologize, because I'm saying it now.

Tina, I'm so sorry. I know "sorry" doesn't cover it, but it's all I have to offer. I was terrible, and I completely regret it. If you never want to see me again, I understand, and I'll leave.

The truth is-- I love you.

Sincerely,
Newt Scamander