Dearest Tegwen,

You know it is not in my nature to make a scene or be the overprotective parent but after a few weeks I cannot help but wonder why you have yet to return any letter to your father and I? We were on good terms during your last visit, or at least, that was the impression I was under. Perhaps I was mistaken or maybe you are just busy with work. I like to believe it is the latter, in order to set my own thoughts at ease.  I know you take your job very seriously, dear, but as your parents, we do like to make sure that you alright. Hopefully, this owl and letter will find it's way to you and we will hear from you shortly.

Love,

Dad

P.S. Please respond soon before your father walks a hole into the floor from his constant pacing.

Tegwen Gittins walked into her small flat, reading over the letter from her fathers that had arrived just as she did to her building. 

"Alohamora," she said tapping her wand on the outside of the lock to gain entrance. Shortly after opening the door, she was greeted by the musty smell of her home that hadn't been inhabited in months. She scrunched up her nose and held back a sneeze as the dust in the place attempted to smother her.

"Tergeo.." The woman muttered directed her wand in several directions to clean up the place.  After weeks of being away for work, it was obvious her place needed a little tender loving and care and judging by the painful aches in her body, so did she.

Flopping down on her sofa, the woman exhaled loudly as she rested her head back and closed her eyes. She wanted to go to sleep, but with the letter in hand from her parents, she knew she wasn't going to sleep anytime soon.  She was fortunate to say that she was not on bad terms with them, nor was she ignoring the men.  Her job was just very demanding and most times left her so incredibly busy that she lost track of time and days.

As a specialist in Herbology, Tegwen had a very special job in the field that involved working to find rare species of plants that were normally used for healing draughts and potions. It involved plenty of traveling, mainly on land, but she had ventured to sea plenty of times. She spoke with leprechauns, merfolk, goblins and giants, all to gain access to the plants that were of high importance and greatly needed.

It was the perfect job for a woman who couldn't properly function around her own kind. Able to communicate without problem with other creatures, Tegwen couldn't even bring herself to make eye contact with witches and wizards. After all she had been through in her adolescent years, she didn't know many people to be of the kind nature. It was one of the many reasons she fell into studying plants because they didn't say awful and nasty things to her. 

As a grown woman, it seemed silly for Tegwen to hold onto the memories of her school years, but it was still something that continued to haunt her. The things that were said, the way she was treated, everything that she had tried to push to the back of her mind, somehow always made their way back as painful reminders. 

The silence was overwhelming in the flat, despite the noises occurring outside, Tegwen felt as though it was eerily silent. With a wave of her wand, she started up some music to set her mind at ease. Despite it being mid-afternoon, she still had plenty of things to do that day.

However, she would make it her first priority to write to her fathers first to reassure them that everything between them was just fine. Pushing herself up from the sofa, she walked over to her kitchen table and summoned parchment paper and a quill to begin her letter.

Dear Tad and Dad,

I'm sorry for not responding earlier to your letters, but work called upon me last minute and I found myself in Giant Country once again. However, this time proved to be much more difficult than the last time. The tribe was under a new Gurg and he was extremely picky over the gifts we presented to him. It took two weeks of constant gifts just for the Gurg to allow us in the territory, after several death threats of course. But I am pleased to say that the trip was successful and we were able to collect a great variety of plants needed. The plants were divided and sent to several locations and I hope they all get great use out of them.

Rest assure that I am fine, although a bit tired from the travels. Tad, you can stop pacing the floors and know that I'm not upset with either one of you. I do, however, miss you both a great deal. I'll be sure to be better about my frequent letter writing to keep you two in the loop.

Love you both dearly,

Tegwen

It wasn't the longest letter but she was sure it was enough to satisfy her parents and reassure them that she was just fine. Ever since her time in Hogwarts, her fathers worried about her. She had given them plenty to worry about, after nearly dying her fifth year and then becoming a recluse until her graduation to avoid the harshness of her peers. All because she went against her basic instinct of minding her own business. But she wasn't solely to blame for what had occurred, over the years Tegwen developed a strong hate towards Leta Lestrange and Newt Scamander for what they had caused from that evening and onward.

She was going to have to head to the owl post office in order to send it off as she didn't own an owl herself. As much as she enjoyed seeing the large variety of owls waiting about, she absolutely hated the smell of the place. Owl droppings were not pleasant in any shape or form.

Sealing the letter up with her wand, Tegwen went to leave when something poked at the back of her mind.

"Oh!"

Quickly, the young woman made her way over to her travel bag and reached in, pulling out a small plant.

'Ah, hello there," she smiled, "I almost forgot about you. So sorry."

During her travels, she had come across a plant with a beautiful orange flower. Its petals were long and it smelled incredible even from a long distance. It was a fruity smell, not overpowering but it definitely smelled great. She set it on the window sill but quickly thought against it as it was cold outside and the sun was hidden by a cloudy day.

"Well, I'll just set you over here for the time being," Tegwen said setting it on the counter. 

Making sure her plant was comfortable, Tegwen grabbed her wand and the letter once more to leave.

She probably should have watered her plant before she left. 

The owl post office was always loud as the birds scrambled about to either find a resting or coming in from their travels. 

"Ah, Ms. Gittins, I see you're back from your trip," Chester Briggs called out the woman when she arrived.

"Finally," she said with a small smile. "I hope I didn't miss out on too much while I was gone."

The older wizard leaned against the counter as she approached. The man was one of the first people that Tegwen had met when she came to the states after a transfer. He was very kind to the woman, making her feel quite welcomed among her new home. 

The girl was a long way from home, living under the MACUSA law which was much different from the rules that Ministry of Magic that she had grown up under. MACUSA was far more strict when it came to dealing with muggles or no-majs as they called them. Tegwen continued to call them muggles, unable to break old habits no matter how long she lived there.

Relations between muggles and magic kind were close to prohibited, as they weren't allowed to even marry, unlike under the Ministry. They claimed it was for the safety of both sides, but Tegwen really didn't concern herself with those matters. 

"Still the same old troubles," Chester told her.

"They haven't sorted that mess out yet?"

Before she had left, trouble had certainly found it's way into the city. There was some sort of magical entity that was not able to be contained and was causing havoc. Destroy city buildings and roads, Aurors had been scrambling about trying to figure out what it was. Apparently, even though she had been gone for quite some time, it had yet to be resolved.  MACUSA was at their wit's end, trying to solve the mess before it risked their exposure to the muggle community. It was just another excuse for Tegwen to stay inside her flat unless she was out in the field working. 

After paying for the services, one of the owls swooped down and collected the letter before heading out. She wished Mr. Briggs a good day before heading outside of the office. Thinking about just heading home, Tegwen went for her wand, but she decided against it once her stomach growled. She knew of a small shop that served a variety of lunch foods, which just thinking about it made her stomach growl again.

"Alright, alright, no need to be so fussy," she said calmly patting her stomach. "You're going to cause a scene out here making all that noise."

Wanting to clear her nose out from the smell of the post office, Tegwen decided to walk for a bit, hoping it would get rid of her small headache.

Her headache was about to become so much worse. 

Shouting dragged the woman's attention to gaze over to her right, only to see a familiar face that was well known in the magic community as someone to avoid. Mary Lou Barebone. Tegwen had first heard about the self-proclaimed philanthropist when she first started working under the MACUSA government. She was a bigot and an extremist against magic kind, as Tegwen was told early on. And the woman was able to witness it in person on several occasions as Mary Lou took to her soapbox several times throughout the week to yell about exposing the magical community and destroying them once and for all. 

Another reason why Tegwen liked staying in her flat.

Less people.

Less yelling.

As she continued to walk by, she suddenly heard Mary Lou shout out to one individual in particular. It was a man mixed into the front of the crowd, apparently trying to escape the woman's hostile questioning. Tegwen thought about stepping in and telling the woman to back off, muggle or not, the man did not need to find himself bothered by the mad cow. She took several steps forward only to stop when she realized that she was about to get involved in matters that didn't concern her.

She shook her head, taking a step back to leave.However, something brought her back to look at the man, catching a glimpse of his reddish-brown hair. His body was jerking about every few seconds as he seemed to be in search of something, which only raised her curiosity even more. The man suddenly glanced over his shoulder and the two locked eyes for a brief moment before Tegwen looked away first.

Her face was full of horror as she quickly began to walk away from the crowd of people. She knew that face, she knew those eyes, ones that she had seen nearly every day during her time at Hogwarts and ones that she came to resent. He was older now, but there was a very distinct look to Newt Scamander.

She saw it on his face too, he recognized her, despite the years that had passed since they had last seen each other. The confused look on his face said it all. They were both questioning as to what the other one was doing there in the city. 

"No, I don't care," Tegwen told herself, shaking her head in anger as she broke from the crowd and tried to continue on her way. Suddenly finding herself full of emotions, Tegwen couldn't believe that just seeing the man for a minute had caused so much turmoil to rise in her. She was planning on having a good day, hoping to relax when she returned home, but she was sure that wasn't going to happen from that point on.

Especially, when she heard the sound of jingling and turned her head to see a pudgy little creature, resting on the steps of a bank, going through the coins placed in a man's hat. Her eyes widened, as it was not a city rat. 

"I should have just stayed home."