Tegwen's focus was set on the pastry in her hand, trying to drown out Tina as she continued to questioned Newt.  Tina wasn't going to let her go and the problem was Tegwen couldn't return home because Tina knew exactly where she lived. She figured she could go run off somewhere in the city, but that wouldn't work out so well, crowds weren't her thing and there were plenty of crowds in the city. The woman had never felt so stuck in all her life, except for the time where she got her head stuck in the stair banister because she insisted that her head wasn't too big to fit.

It was too big. 

It led to her embarrassment and provided plenty of entertainment to her fathers to walk in and find the eight year old stuck on the stairs. Years later, it was still brought up every Christmas at the dinner table. 

Currently, she wished that her head was wedged back in the stair banister, rather than her standing in the Wand Permit Office with Tina and Newt. Tina was obviously upset that she made a fool of herself, not only once but twice in one day in front of two very important individuals. Things weren't getting any easier as Newt wasn't giving her any straight forward answers. Instead, he kept trying to move around to get in front of Tegwen, but she continued to avoid him whether it was with paper or pastry to hide behind.

"Well, we're not going to solve anything standing around here," Tina said rubbing her forehead. She leaned forward and snatched up the suitcase full of pastries before Tegwen could grab another.

"Aww," Tegwen muttered under her breath. She had to admit, they were quite addicting, and she definitely had to get the recipe from the man or something. Her stomach was awfully thankful in that moment as the growling ceased finally. 

Able to lick the glaze off her fingers, Tegwen reminisced in the pastry for a moment longer before Tina called to her again.

"Tegwen, are you coming?"

"Is no an option?" She called back in a hopeful tone.

"No!"

"It was worth a short," She sighed before wiping her hands on her jumper and walking out of the office. 

As soon as she walked out, she found herself face to face with Newt causing her to jump.

"Twiggy,' he said in a soft voice, trying to make sure that he had the right person.

"Uh, no, I'm sorry, you have the wrong person," she said placing her hand up to the side of her face and brushing past him. 

"You two know each other?" Tina asked with a suspicious glance back and forth between the two.

"No."

"Yes," Newt answered looking over at her. "Tegwen Gittins."

Tina looked at Tegwen for an explanation. "He's lying, he obviously picked it up from everyone saying my name today. That's all. We're leaving, right? Yes?"

She hurried past Tina and made her way to the elevator while Tina cast a glance over her shoulder at Newt. 

Tina placed herself in the middle of Tegwen and Newt, much to the woman's relief as she leaned her head against the gate of the elevator. She just wanted to return home and take a long nap.Preferably one that would last a hundred years so she could wake up and everything would be much different. 

Although, she would be old.

Very old.

She grimaced until she heard Newt clear his throat loudly before he leaned back to look behind Tina's head, over at her.

"How long have you been living here?"

Tegwen wished she brought the piece of paper to block him up, instead, she lowered her to hide behind Tina's shoulder.

"Twiggy?" Tina repeated in a whisper while looking down at the woman at her side.Tegwen didn't respond as she kept her gaze forward as Tina turned to look at Newt.

"What is going on here?"

"Apparently, nothing," Newt answered looking away as the elevator came to rest.

"Nothing?!" Tina screeched as they stepped out and headed through the building towards the exit. "There is plenty going on if you hadn't noticed, Mr. Scamander."

She was becoming more visibly upset as they entered the public, while Tegwen simply followed in silent defeat. Of course, it had only taken Newt a short while to figure out who she was, with everyone throwing around her name like it was going out of style. And of course, he wanted to talk to her as he started up with his questions, but Tegwen didn't want to talk to him. There was still plenty of pain that she carried and associated with the man, even though he hadn't been directly responsible for what happened, or at least she didn't think. 

From memory, she recalled catching both Leta and Newt outside of their dorms past curfew, Newt had been nice enough to agree to go back to the Hufflepuff dorms, but it was obvious he didn't listen to her. In a way, she knew she should have been thankful that he didn't as he was the one who tried to stop Leta.

But the fact that he took the full blame, rather than letting Leta own up to her actions and take the punishment, it was betrayal at its finest in Tegwen's head. Despite him knowing what Leta did was wrong, he still defended his friend, and in return, it allowed Leta to remain at Hogwarts and make Tegwen's life a living hell.

Tina was yelling at Newt for not obliviating the muggle when he had the chance when Tegwen heard a humming noise in the air. She glanced up to see a billywig overhead, causing her to grimace. She wasn't the only one to spot it as Newt and Tina's gaze was set upon it before it flew off.

"What was that?" Tina asked the man in a stern tone.

"Er...a moth, I think. Big moth," Newt lied. 

"Yes because moths look like that here in America," Tegwen scoffed under her breath. "That's exactly what they look like."

Her words brought Newt to look over at her as he slowed down his pace to fall into step with her. 

"Do you think perhaps we could talk or are you going to continue to pretend that you don't know me?" Newt asked.

"Who's pretending?" Tegwen answered hotly. "I don't know you, Mr....Salamander. I'm just a witness to your crimes."

She glanced over at him briefly with a hardened look causing Newt to look at the ground quickly. She was quite proud of purposely messing up his name, but she knew that didn't convince the man that they didn't know each other. They had gone to school with each other for nearly five years and while they weren't the same house, they certainly had history together.

Newt understood the double meaning behind what she had said and it was obvious, she was not ready to talk. However, a bigger question posed itself as Newt was able to catch a glimpse of her face again but that time, he was able to catch something he hadn't seen before. There was something in Tegwen's right eye, almost like a dark shade that covered up half of the usual bright brown he remembered.

Luckily for Tegwen, there was a mighty big distraction from the conversation as they rounded the corner. Muggles filled the streets as the building before them was in the midst of crumbling. The front already had suffered a great deal with debris littering the sidewalk and streets. Exchanging glances with Tina, Tegwen saw one of the children sitting on the street with a baffled expression clear on his face.He looked no older than about five years old as the woman near him, who Tegwen assumed to be his mother, yelled to the officer on the scene.

"I ain't taking the kids back up there until it's safe," the woman told the man. 

Tina remained focused on the building as Newt slid through the crowd of people, but Tegwen occupied herself with the child on the ground that looked mortified.

"Are you alright?" She asked kneeling down to the child's eye level.

"I saw it, Miss," the boy said, peeking over her shoulder in the direction of the building. "I did see it."

"What did you see?"

"I...I...I don't know its name," he told her. "But it was big!"

"Was it?" Tegwen said in a soft voice. "What else did it look like? Did it have teeth?"

"I don't know, but it had a horn! A big horn!" As the boy began to describe one of the creatures that Newt had released into the city, Tegwen pulled out her wand, listening to him with a pleasant smile on her face. 

Muggle children, just like any other children in the wizarding community were full of such innocence, that it was hard to ever be upset with them. As the boy told her more and more about the creature, he became excited. Unlike the children raised by Mary Lou, the boy was not filled with hate at the idea of magical creatures, he seemed happy that there was a chance of it. He spoke faster and faster and his eyes were bright with excitement. His hands flapped about as he described what had happened as he had been playing with his siblings, before the wall of his home collapsed. 

It was a tragic moment, especially in the eyes of the others around them, but he was only focused on the positives.

MACUSA was so fearful of muggles that they neglected to form any relationships with them, but while some muggles were bad, it was the same in the wizarding world. Some were bad but it did not mean all were bad. 

As others around her began to mutter about it being a gas explosion, she was left stumped as to how to handle the boy. He was obviously a witness to the creature, which under magical law, posed a threat to exposing the wizarding world. But to see how happy it had made the child, instead of the stressful nature of everyone else around him and he was young, anything that he said would probably be written off as imagination.

Holding her wand, Tegwen let out a sigh as the boy's eyes fixated on the magical instrument in her hand. 

"What's that?" He asked pointing at it in a low whisper.

"I'm going to need you to listen to me..."

Running into the tenant building after leaving the boy's side, Tegwen found Tina and Newt as well as the muggle man from before. However, she walked in at a very awkward part of the conversation leaving her confused and slightly cringing. 

"Well, the first symptom would be flames out of his anus..." Newt said in a casual manner. It did nothing to defuse the situation as the muggle man seemed to enter a panicked seat as he grabbed at his bum. 

As Tina and Newt began to argue about the relations between muggles and the magic kind, Tegwen turned to the name identified as Jacob Kowalski, who sat in pure shock at the discussion.

"Were you the one that made the pastries?" She asked him.

Jacob whipped his head to look over at her, completely unaware that there had been another person in the room the entire time. 

He nodded to answer her question, unable to form words in that moment.

"Ah well, you are a lovely baker. I ate about two of your pastries before they were taken from me. I can pay for them if you like-"

He quickly shook his head no.

"Oh okay," she said with a small shrug of her shoulders. "You should really consider opening up a bakery."

The conversation between Newt and Tina wasn't making any progress before Tina walked over to help Jacob to his feet, but struggled to even budge the overweight man.

"Help me!" She called to him and Tegwen.

"I'm...I'm dreaming, right?" He asked them. As he continued to ramble on in a panic, Tegwen was unsure of what to do, so instead of saying anything, she simply patted the man's shoulder and shook her head. "This is all just some big nightmare, right?"

"For the both of us, Mr. Kowalski."

"Can we make that three to the list?" Tegwen piped up. "Because I'm not having any fun today."

"Make it four," Newt replied. He and Tegwen exchanged glances before she turned her attention back to Jacob and continued to pat his shoulder. 

The week was proving to be one of the toughest in Tegwen's life and it was only Tuesday.