Tegwen would have like to say that she enjoyed a good night's rest, but it was far from it. It felt like she had hardly slept for more than a few minutes before she was rudely awoken by the cell door open. After returning from her long travels, the woman had only expected to send the letter to her fathers and enjoy a small lunch before returning to her place to sleep, but the world seemed to have other plans for her. She was running on empty from the lack of sleep and was jerked up to her feet roughly by a woman in a white coat. Newt and Tina were also directed out of the cell and forced to walk away, leaving Jacob behind.

Newt turned around to look in Jacob's direction. "It was good to make your acquaintance, Jacob and I hope you get your bakery."

Jacob's hands gripped the cell with a worried look as Tegwen swallowed the lump developing in her throat. She saw the man give a small wave before she nodded her head and tried to give him a reassuring smile. He would go on and have a good life, not remembering any of the crazed incidents that he had been involved in. She, too, hoped that he would open up a bakery because he had produced the best pastries she had ever tasted. He needed to share them with the world, she was sure people would be much happier if they were just stuffing their faces with tasty pastries.

Fatter, but happier.

She was brought inside a cold room to sit, the dim lighting messing with her eyes as she was forcibly sat down in a chair. 

She glared in the direction of the woman before she was left alone, still leaving her shackled. She was left alone for quite some time, her stomach growled loudly echoing in the room and her head ached terribly from dehydration. She had been so focused on watering Freudrick that she didn't water herself.

After awhile, the door opened and Mr.Graves entered the room, giving her a look before sitting down across from her.

"Where are the others?" She questioned immediately.

"Did you know Mr. Scamander prior to his time in New York, Ms. Gittins?" Mr. Graves asked her leaning forward on the table and folding his hands. She suddenly felt the shackles drop giving her the use of her hands back. She rubbed her wrists but did not answer the question.

Seeing the file on the table, she was sure Mr. Graves already had all the answers to his questions right in front of him. 

"I'll ask again," Mr. Graves said. "Did you-"

"Yes," she said in a monotone voice. "We went to school together for a few years before...."

Her voice trailed off and she looked down to the table.

"Before Mr. Scamander nearly killed you, am I correct?"

Tegwen's jaw clenched as her upper lip curled up in a sneer but she didn't look at him.

"I find it odd that you teamed up with Mr. Scamander after all you've been through with him."

"It wasn't exactly planned," She grumbled.

"Right, because you only returned from visiting with the giants, just yesterday, right?"

"Yes."

" What a coincidence that you arrived back from your travels, the same day that Mr. Scamander arrives. "

"Should have I sent him an owl to check and see if our schedules would conflict?" She huffed.

He continued going through her file, ignoring the attitude she was given him.

"You go through a lot of trials to get these plants, don't you, Ms. Gittins?"

"I don't see how this is relevant,' she wrung her fingers back and forth as she brought herself to look up. Mr. Graves stared directly into her eyes noting the injury in her eye.

"I'm trying to make sense as to why you would become mixed up with Mr. Scamander after the history you share. I figured you would be incredibly bitter, after all, no one really came to your defense, did they? But they went to Scamander's...Dumbledore certainly went to his defense. He even welcomed Newt back after he was expelled. That would have left me plenty bitter but here you are running all over New York City with him? I find that very odd."

"I'm not sure if you need to have your ears cleaned, Mr. Graves, but as I said before, it was not planned," She said hotly. 

"Sure, but I'm beginning to think you like the danger," Mr. Graves told her. "After all, I don't know many Herbologists with your experiences, Ms. Gittins. "

She sat back in her chair and eyed him carefully as he opened up the file.

"Let's go back to that incident in the Amazon Forest, shall we?" He said pointing to her eye.

"Let's not and say we didn't," Tegwen told him in a low growl. "None of that is your business and if it's one thing I learned, Mr. Graves, is you shouldn't go poking your large nose where it doesn't belong or you'll wind yourself in trouble."

"Says the one that is in trouble now."

"I did nothing wrong," Tegwen said.

"Do you honestly believe that?"

"You're damn right I do," She said standing up, pushing her chair back. The people in the back went to grab her but Mr. Graves signaled them with his hand to stay back. 

"Newt didn't do anything wrong and neither did his creatures, you know this...all of you know this, you just want someone to place the blame on to save your arses from exposure. It just so happens that we were in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"You don't want to expose the wizarding world?" Mr. Graves asked.

"No, I certainly do not!"

"Then why didn't you obliviate the little boy when you had the chance to do so?"

"He posed no threat. He was a child."

"How could you predict that? How could you know that he wouldn't grow up to cause trouble?"

"It sounds like rather than having one, you're looking for a problem, Mr. Graves."

The man didn't say anymore before he motioned the woman behind Tegwen to collect her, Tegwen found herself in shackles again and was left remaining in the room, standing in the back when Mr. Graves left. Newt was brought in next with Tina behind him. He was sat at the table while Tina was to remain by Tegwen.

Tina and Newt both looked in Tegwen's direction to see that the woman looked puzzled as to what had just occurred in her interrogation. When Mr. Graves, he did the same to Newt sitting before him with a file that held all the answers to the questions he would ask Newt.

"You're an interesting man, Mr. Scamander," Mr. Graves began but he was interrupted by Tina.

"Mr. Graves..."

He silenced her by holding up his hand, bringing Tina to step back with a defeated look.

"You were thrown out of Hogwarts for endangering human life-"

"That was an accident!" Newt cried out.

Tegwen kept her gaze focused elsewhere. She could hear the pain from Newt's voice and knew he suffered from the guilt of what he had done. He hadn't been the one to purposely endanger her life, she knew that, but he didn't. In Newt's head, he believed that she still held him accountable for what happened that evening. 

"With a beast," Mr. Graves continued, feeling no pity for bringing up such a sensitive subject for the two people in the room. " Yet one of your teachers argued strongly against your expulsion. Now, what makes Albus Dumbledore so fond of you?"

"I really couldn't say."

"So setting a pack of dangerous loose here was just another accident, is that right?"

"They're not dangerous!" Tegwen snapped. Mr. Graves didn't have to say anything, just the look on his face, directed one of the people to drag Tegwen out of the room.

Brought outside of the room, Tegwen fell to her knees from the force of the witch pushing her along. She struggled with the shackles for a few moments, knowing there was no use, without her wand, she would not be able to break free. A few minutes later, Mr. Graves walked out and looked to where Tegwen was seated on the floor. He gave her a dirty look before turning to the other witch.

"Ms. Gittins along with the others have been found guilty of treason and have been sentenced to death," he said as if he was just casually relaying a message to a friend. "Bring her to the Death Cell."

"Wh-" Before she could protest, she found her voice gone as Mr. Graves lowered himself to her eye level. 

"Seems you should have taken your own advice of minding your own business, Ms. Gittins," he said before straightening himself up and going to walk away.

Angrily as hot tears streamed down her face, Tegwen kicked her leg out causing the man to trip. Mr. Graves fell to the ground and went to hit her with another spell but the other witch stepped in, grabbing Tegwen beneath her arms and dragged her in the opposite direction. However, with enough pent up anger over everything that had occurred over the last twenty-four hours, Tegwen was not about to be silenced.

"You're a bastard! A sniveling bastard!" She yelled after him.

Mr. Graves turned around, his eyes holding some shock that she had been able to break the silencing charm.

He walked back over to her as Tina and Newt were ushered out of the room behind them. 

"Seems there is plenty of fight to a little Herbologist," he said. "Shame is had to go to waste."

Tegwen thought to what her fathers had told her about standing up for herself, and after all the years of allowing others to make her life miserable and push her around, the "little Herbologist" had enough.

She spat right in Mr. Graves' eye temporarily blinding him causing Newt and Tina to become wide-eyed at the woman's actions.

Being dragged to the Death Cell definitely wasn't part of Tegwen's plans when she thought of her weekly schedule earlier that week. But as the executioners pushed the group in,  Tegwen became pale in the face.

Suspended over a pool of dark potion was a chair where they would meet their deaths, one by one.

Tegwen had faced death on so many separate occasions, she didn't find herself panicking.

Her expression just went blank, wondering if she would actually be meeting death or if something would happen to interrupt.

From Hogwarts to the Amazon Forest, she had come close and perhaps her time had finally come, death was tired of her cheating.

"Don't do this, Bernadette! Please!" Tina begged the woman.

"It don't hurt," Bernadette informed her guiding Tina forward first.

As Tina was sat in the chair allowing all her happy memories to be extracted and swirl around her, Tegwen's thoughts fell back to her fathers once more. She was glad to know that in her last letter to them that she had expressed that she loved and missed them greatly. She hoped that would offer some comfort to the men that had adopted her from the time that she was only two months old and raised her with all the care and love a child could wish for.

She was fortunate to have been adopted by such loving individuals, unlike the children that were taken in by Mary Lou Barebone. It was the reason why Tina had been demoted in the first place. She remembered how upset Tina had been that day as she told Tegwen what happened. Witnessing Mary Lou beat her son, Credence, Tina had lost her temper and struck the woman with a spell.

Lost in her own thoughts, Tegwen wasn't aware of what was going on until she was shoved to the ground suddenly. She looked up to see that Newt was free from his shackles and a large creature, butterfly-like creature was now loose swimming about the pool of dark potion.

"What in the..."

Suddenly, she saw Pickett bite down on the arm of one of the executioners causing the woman to yell out. It was enough to let Newt grab the woman by the arms and direct the wand to fire off in another direction, but Pickett was launched.

Stretching out her hands, Tegwen caught the bowtruckle before he hit the floor. Pickett sighed in relief before going limp in her hands, seemingly falling into a state of shock. She stood up to see Tina nearly being engulfed by the black liquid as Newt tried to reassure the woman to jump.

"I'll catch you," Newt told the woman but Tina didn't seem fully convinced.

"If you don't, you'll die," Tegwen pointed out. Newt turned his head and gave her a look.

"What? I thought that would get the urgency across," Tegwen said, in the meantime, Tina had jumped and crashed into the two, causing them to land on the floor.

"Oh, I think you landed on one of my kidneys," Tegwen squeaked. "Or both of them...yes definitely both of them."

Pickett slid out of her sleeve, much to Newt's relief to see his little friend was okay, before he pulled back the Swooping Evil. 

"Come on," he said helping both women up to their feet to escape. They ran down the corridor, with the alarms blaring over them when they came upon a group of Aurors sent after them.

"Oh goodie," Tegwen sighed to herself as Pickett wrapped himself tightly on her hand, almost as if he were giving her a comforting squeeze in that moment. To avoid being struck by spells sent in the direction, they hid behind pillars, when of course, Tegwen managed to trip over air.

She hit the ground hard, and just before an Auror launched a spell at her, Newt unleashed the Swooping Evil again.

It dodged spells left and right, knocking Aurors down before it attempted to probe one of the auror's ears.

"Ew," Tegwen grimaced as Newt picked her up to her feet.

Newt clicked his tongue to grab the attention of the creature. "Leave his brains! Come on, come on!"

The creature obeyed, working as a cover for them to continue running.

"What is that thing?" Tina questioned.

"Swooping Evil," Newt answered.

"You couldn't go with something like Patrick or...Ted? Those weren't dramatic enough for you?" Tegwen questioned him. "Maybe a Winston?"

Newt let out a small laugh before shaking his head. "It certainly worked in this case, didn't it, Twiggy?"

"Well, I love it!" Tina said looking over her shoulder at the creature.

The three rounded the corner only to nearly crash into two people. Two people that Tegwen was so incredibly happy to see. While they looked fearful, Queenie and Jacob looked happy to see them.

"You still recognize us!" Tegwen said pointing at Jacob bringing the man to smile and nod.

Queenie placed the case down for them. 

"Get in!"