"Harper and Olive are arriving on Monday, Madame Picquery is arriving next Thursday, you and Theseus are supposed to get suits tomorrow, and Queenie and Leta are dragging me off to look at dresses today," Tina listed.

Newt looked up from the bucket of feed he was sorting and watched as she paced the length of the room. "Anything else?"

"Well, Jacob's in charge of the cake and Queenie's in charge of the rest of the food. Leta's in charge of getting bridesmaids' dresses and I think this whole thing is going to end up much bigger than we wanted."

"With family like Queenie and Leta, what else did you expect?" he pointed out.

She stopped moving and dropped into the chair beside him, letting out a long sigh. "I know, but I didn't want this to be a big thing. We're both quiet people and we wanted a quiet wedding."

"It can still be a quiet wedding, darling. There won't be too many people there. Neither of us as an extensive extended family and we don't have that many close friends. All it will be is Queenie and Jacob, Theseus and Leta, Bunty, my mum, Dumbledore, Nagini, Harper and Olive, and President Picquery," he said, counting them off on his fingers. "Yusuf won't be able to make it so that's only eleven people."

"Oh, I know, but all this preparation . . . is it really necessary?"

"Be patient with them. Ours is the last wedding they'll get to plan for about twenty-five years," he reminded her. "We can always veto anything that gets too out of hand."

"Newt, have I told you I love you?"

He frowned playfully. "I hope so. Otherwise, I'm not sure what all this fuss over a wedding is about," he teased.

Tina laughed. "No, I meant today."

"Oh, in that case, I'm not sure. Maybe you should do it again, just in case."

Grinning, she got to her feet and pulled Newt's chair away from the table he was working at. Then she sank onto his lap and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

"I love you, Newt," she murmured.

He smiled against her mouth. "I love you too, darling."

"Is this really—" Tina started.

"Yes, it is," Queenie interrupted. "You don't want to get married in your boring, everyday clothes, do you?"

"Well, no," Tina admitted. "But do we have to make finding a dress so complicated? You keep asking me to try on dresses you know very well I won't look good in or wouldn't wear and it's making this whole process twice as long as it should."

"She's right, Queenie," Leta put in. "It is getting late, and she's only tried on about five dresses since you spent so much time studying each one even though none of them really worked on her at all."

"We have to be certain," Queenie insisted.

"Look, it doesn't have to be perfect," Tina protested.

"You say that now . . ." her sister retorted.

She rolled her eyes before reaching for her wand and performing a switching spell to change back into her regular clothes. She knew her sister well so after the second dress she had caved and begun to use magic. They were in a changing room so nobody would see, and she figured it might at least help speed up the process.

"I've never cared about clothes, especially dresses. It doesn't matter to me what I wear, what matters is that I'm marrying Newt."

"You may not care now, but you will in a few years," Queenie replied. She held up another dress. "Here, let's make a deal. You try on this last dress then we'll call it a day. If we don't like it, we'll try again tomorrow, but that means tomorrow we have to keep going until we find you a dress."

Tina considered for a moment before agreeing. Then she ran her wand over herself and her clothes were replaced by the dress her sister was holding. She set her wand aside as the two women studied her.

"Well?"

"Better," Queenie decided.

"Definitely better," Leta agreed. "It's the first one that works."

"I still wouldn't call it perfect."

"No. What do you think, Tina?"

Tina turned to look at herself in the large mirror. The dress was the simplest she had tried on. The ivory-coloured fabric was decorated with white and silver beads. The decoration went from the neck to a little past her waist. The skirt itself was undecorated and was almost long enough to reach the floor. It didn't have any sleeves, but her shoulders and back were covered.

She had heard women talking about finding the perfect wedding dress. She had heard them describing how they just knew it was the right dress as soon as they put it on. She had always believed they were exaggerating but had always wondered if she would understand when (or if) she was finding her own wedding dress. She didn't. If anything, she was more convinced they were making it up.

"It's okay, we can try again tomorrow," Queenie said.

Tina shook her head. "No, this dress is fine. You'll need to lengthen it a bit, but it's the best one I've tried so far."

"Why don't we come back tomorrow anyway. If we can't find a better one, we go for this one," her sister suggested.

"I said no," Tina stressed. "I don't care about finding a 'perfect' dress—I don't think one exists—and I don't want to waste another afternoon trying to find a better dress when this one is perfectly fine."

"But Tina," Queenie protested. "I don't want you regretting this later."

"I won't."

"You don't know that."

"She does have a point," Leta cut in. "You or I might regret it if we didn't find what we thought was the perfect dress, but we both know that Tina's more concerned with the fact she's having a wedding than what that wedding is like. I know you know her better than I do, but I can't imagine Tina will even remember the details of her wedding. All she'll remember is that she married Newt."

Tina felt her cheeks go red under Leta's suggestive grin. She knew her friend was implying she was so completely besotted with Newt that she wouldn't notice anything else and she wasn't sure she was wrong. 

Queenie didn't look happy about the decision, but she gave in with a defeated sigh. Once Tina had changed back into her own clothes, they made their purchase and headed home.

"Since you didn't listen to my advice about the dress, you have to promise to let me do what I like with your hair and makeup," Queenie said as they made their way along a street.

Tina laughed. "What happened to you not wanting me to look back at my wedding with regret?" she teased.

Queenie let out a dramatically affronted gasp as Leta tried to stifle her laughter. "That's it, Porpentina Goldstein, you're doing your own hair and makeup," she huffed.

"You'd never let me," Tina pointed out. "But you can't do anything over the top and if I don't like it, you're changing it."

"Oh, alright."

Newt fidgetted helplessly as his brother adjusted his bowtie. When he couldn't take it anymore, he batted his hands away and began pacing the length of the room. His gaze remained fixed on the floor, but he was aware of two pairs of eyes following his every move.

"Hey, calm down, Newt," Jacob called. "You're gonna wear a hole in the carpet."

Newt came to a stop and turned, his back against the far wall. "I shouldn't be doing this," he declared.

"Why not?" Theseus demanded.

"Because it's not fair," he insisted. "It's not fair to her."

"How so?"

"She still doesn't remember so much of our past. What if something happens and she regrets this?"

"Newt, buddy, that could happen in any marriage," Jacob pointed out.

"Yes, but what if she remembers something after the wedding and realises she doesn't want to be married to me anymore?" Newt fretted.

Jacob let out an exasperated sigh. "She first accepted your proposal before the accident, when she had all her memories. If she was happy to marry you when she remembered everything—which she was—then here's literally nothing she could remember that would make her not want to marry you."

"I suppose you're right," Newt admitted hesitantly. "But—"

"And who was it that proposed the second time?"

Newt frowned at his friend. "Nobody proposed a second time. Well, I suppose I did, but only after she told me she still wanted to marry me."

"But she was the one who brought it up," Jacob said.

"Well, yes."

"And didn't she tell you she still wanted to marry you before you asked if she did?"

Newt felt his cheeks grow warm. "Yeah, I suppose."

"Then nobody can accuse you of forcing her into anything. And while we're on the subject of what's not fair to Tina, what really wouldn't be fair is if you told her you weren't going to marry her because you thought she would regret it. If you thought you might regret it, then that's a valid reason for hesitating, but you don't have the right to decide what she may or may not regret," Jacob reminded him.

His blush deepened. "You're right. She wouldn't like that."

"Good," Theseus said. "Now that that's over, can I finish fixing your bowtie?"

Newt nodded and made his way back to where his brother was standing.

Tina winced as her sister tugged on her hair.

"Sorry," Queenie appologised, loosening the lock she had just pinned up. "Better? Good."

Just then, the door opened and Leta entered, carrying a small, wooden box.

"I've got what you asked for," she said.

"Excellent. What do you think?"

Leta moved to stand in front of where Tina sat so she could examine her hairstyle.

"Very nice."

"Can I see?" Tina demanded.

"No. We have to do your makeup first," Queenie said.

She took the box from Leta and pulled out an aray of makeup. Tina sat, fidgetting slightly as her sister and her friend worked on her face. She was begining to get a bit alarmed by the number of layers they were applying.

"You look fine," Queenie assured her.

"Your definition of 'fine' doesn't always match with mine," Tina pointed out.

"You look lovely," Leta said.

"Humph."

"Stop moving," Queenie scolded. "You'll only make this take longer."

Tina glared at her sister before doing her best to sit still. A few, agonisingly long minutes later, they declared they were finished, stepping back to admire their handiwork.

"Can I see myself yet?" she asked.

"Just a minute," Queenie said. She reached out and carefully adjusted a few strands of Tina's hair. "Okay."

Closing her eyes, Tina turned her chair to face the mirror. Then she took a deep breath and opened her eyes. Her own face stared back at her, but it was far more beautiful than she had ever believed possible. The makeup was simple and natural and her hair was pulled back and held out of her face with a beautiful silver barrette.

"Oh, I'm so glad you like it," Queenie grinned. "Just wait till Newt sees you."

Tina's cheeks turned pink and she hid her face in her hands.

"Carefule not to smudge it," her sister warned.

"And you should probably get into your dress now," Leta added. "It's almost time to go."

Tina nodded and got to her feet. A wave of her wand switched her clothes to her dress. Then she turned back to the mirror and took a good look at herself. As she studied her reflection, she felt her stomach twist into a knot.

I can't do this, she thought. This isn't right.

"Mercy Lewis, Teenie," Queenie groaned. "I know you're nervous, but I don't understand how you can think marrying Newt isn't the right thing to do."

"I still don't remember so much of our past," Tina reminded her sister. "Newt deserves someone who can remember everything they did together."

"He doesn't care about that," Leta pointed out. "He wants to marry you."

"I know, but what if he regrets it later?" Tina worried.

"Why should he regret it?" Leta asked.

"I don't know, I just— What if he does?"

"He won't," Queenie assured her. "And you know that."

"You're just nervous. That's only natural," Leta put in. "I can't tell you how nervous I was on my wedding day."

"Even I was nervous when I was marrying Jacob," Queenie added.

Tina offered them a weak smile, hugging herself nervously. Her sister pulled her into a hug.

"You'll be fine. All this anxiety will be over as soon as the wedding is," she promised. "Now, are you ready to go?"

Tina let out a shaky breath and nodded once. "I think so."

Newt shifted his weight from one foot to the other and then back again. He was conviced he would lose his mind if the women didn't show up soon. Turning, he glanced at Jacob who offered him an encouraging smile.

"You'll be fine, buddy," he assured him.

Newt nodded his thanks and glanced back at the doorway. As his eyes fell on the figure standing their, everything seemed to stop. Tina had always been beautiful, but today she was radient. Her hair was tied back in a simple hairstyle and her makeup was simple too, but there was something about her that made her look even more gorgeous than usual. Their eyes met and even from a distance he could see her faint blush. Her gaze dropped to the ground, but his eyes never left her.

He was barely aware of her walking down the aisle to join him. Then she was standing in front of him and he took her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. Without looking up, she squeezed back, a shy smile on her lips.

The ceremony went on and before they knew it, they had said their vows and Newt was pulling Tina into a gentle kiss.

"I love you," she murmured against his lips.

"I love you too," he replied. "Mrs Scamander."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please vote and comment!

The title of this chapter is "Nuptialem" which I'm pretty sure means 'wedding', but I translated it so long ago and I can't be bothered to check.

This chapter was brought to you by . . . Minecraft! I've been playing so much Minecraft recently and I've been watching so many videos of other people playing it too. And this chapter was literally brought to you by Minecraft because it's past 2 in the morning and I should be asleep but I started rewatching some Minecraft videos as I watched so I was able finish this chapter!

If any of you like Minecraft or watching Minecraft videos, I recomend Dream's Minecraft Manhunt, especially the ones with 2 or 3 Hunters because Dream comes up with some amazing ways of surviving and killing the hunters.

Anyway, I've no idea when the next chapter will be up, so enjoy this in the meantime. And please comment. I love comments. They're quite motivating.

My grammar checker isn't working properly so I don't know if there are any mistakes in this chapter. There's probably quite a lot.

Oh, this is the dress I based the description off of. However, I don't like the skirt on it (so I cropped most of it out). Ignore the flowers on it and just imagine it's long and plain. I mainly just really like the top half of this dress.

Anyway, have a great day! I should sleep, but I probably won't.

Bye!

Published: 23 July 2020.