Modest, Yet Beautiful

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Jeanne's POV

We raced back down from the roof and into the apartment.

"Before we go anywhere near Gnarlak, or The Blind Pig Tavern for that matter, I need a wand," I said. "That Salemer lady snapped mine then burned it."

"Well, we can't go to any wand shop at this time," said Newt. "It's nearly nine!"

"I've got an idea," said Tina. They seemed to send each other a message telepathically.

Queenie smiled. "Oh, yes. That'll do nicely."

As we stepped into the apartment, Tina practically sprinted for a wardrobe. She grabbed a stool and pulled a rather dusty box from the top. Tina set the box down on the dining table. Queenie opened it excitedly.

Inside were two wands, very nicely kept in the velvet bottom. Queenie picked up the one on the left and handed it to me gently. The wand was ebony with a criss-cross wrapped handle. It had a dark, shiny ball on the end. The wand was modest, yet beautiful.

I stared at the wand in my hand. "This was yo— "

"Our mother's," finished Queenie.

"Oh, I couldn't possibly have this—" I started, handing the wand back.

Tina pushed back my hands. "No, no, we insist. After all, you saved my life, Jeanne."
Queenie smiled.

"I- Wow, just . . . Thank you," I hugged both of them, wings and all. "for everything." I turned to Newt and Jacob. "Thank you . . . for saving me," I said. I gave Newt a little kiss on the cheek.

He blushed. "You-you're very welcome," Newt studdered. Jacob elbowed him with a smile.

"Now," I started. "The Blind Pig is more of a speakeasy."

"Speakeasy?" asked Jacob.

"Yea, meaning we need a password to get in. It's magic-folk only and formal dress. Luckily, I know the password," I said.

"You said, 'formal'?" asked Tina.

"Oh, that's my specialty," said Queenie excitedly.

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A half an hour later, I was in a dress.

This is new, I thought. I had never really had the privilege to wear a dress. I'd often wear normal clothes to The Blind Pig. The people there knew I didn't make a lot, even as an auror. I didn't exactly take my job seriously enough. I wanted to be a writer.

But this dress . . . It had an open back, for my wings of course. It was one of the few that Queenie had made with an open back. My hair was brushed, my curls untangled. I even had on a bit of makeup.

Tina and Queeine went out of the room and "announced my arrival" as they say.

I stepped out into the living room where Newt and Jacob were wating on the couch. I did a little spin, my wings swirling around me. Newt went pale, then red, then pale again. I smiled at him, making Newt go red once more. He smiled down at nothing imparticular.

"Blimey," Newt said under his breath.

"C'mon," I said, pulling Newt to his feet. He stumbled forward into me. "We got a Demiguise to find!"

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