"Yes!"

Tina flew into Newt's arms. When they broke apart, Newt carefully took the ring out of its box and slid it onto Tina's ring finger.

"How did you get it? Your payment from Dumbledore?" Tina asked.

Newt shook his head. "It was my mother's," he said sadly. "I was waiting to propose to you on my next visit, but I didn't think I would be able to come anytime soon. Lucky for me, Dumbledore's money could fund my trip. I didn't need to buy a ring, though. I had resolved never to give my mother's ring away unless it was giving it to someone as special as her, and that's you."

"Thank you," Tina whispered. "No, thank you," Newt replied.

"Forgive me if this is a bit too soon... but what were you thinking about the wedding?"

"Well, we could have a small wedding. Maybe just invite Queenie, Jacob, and Pickett?"

"Sounds good to me," Newt smiled.

At the mention of his name, Pickett crawled out of Newt's pocket, curiously climbing around. He leaped over to Tina and settled in her pocket.

Tina grinned. "It's like he knows," she said.

"He does," Newt said, a grin on his face too.

That night, Newt was in the guest bed, wrapped in the covers. He couldn't sleep at all, as he was constantly tossing and turning.

Newt was very deep in thought. Even though he had just proposed, he felt that they needed to get married soon. After such an amazing thing as a proposal, life couldn't just go back to normal. No, they would get married soon, and it would be magnificent.