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Queenie’s GIFT - for that was what most people who knew of it referred to it as - had, since the early days of their childhood, caused a close and mutual understanding between the two sisters. Perhaps it was not what either had wanted, but it was always what they needed. Queenie - and Tina, she suspected - had been attempting to bury their sadness at this return to the ordinary after the extraordinary.  ❝ me ?? i’m always fine, teeny. you know that. it’s just you i’m worryin’ about...❞

❝ i’ve heard about your family. ❞ probably from places you SHOULDN’T HAVE, queenie !! the blonde holds a detectable interest in the other witch, and quirks her head as a few more thoughts begin to come her way.  ❝ you seem a lot nicer than the rest of them. if you don’t mind me sayin’ — ❞

❝ — grace !! ❞ too much time has passed for it to be a simple reunion, but queenie knows the sound of her friend’s thoughts from miles away. a bubbling excitement overflows in her, and in her hurry to greet her properly it can be noted that she trips, rather ungracefully, at least TWICE. embarassment doesn’t take her, however, and the third time she falls, it is with her arms around her school friend.

❝ you like strudel  — ?? ❞ the blonde witch is met with a bizarre RESISTANCE as she attempts to listen to the other girl’s mind. her confusion is left without an answer, and queenie dismisses it to tiredness, maybe even to bad weather. perhaps she’s just losing her touch...

❝ can i ask you somethin’ ? ❞ hesitating on the stairs to her apartment, queenie turns around to face the girl on the floor below, a wild interest displaying in her expression. she descends slightly, as though her mind has suddenly experienced a drastic change of destination. it's a thought she shouldn't have heard, yet one she desperately needs to question.

❝ i don’t think i’ve met someone as interestin’ before !! ❞ queenie is fascinated by everyone she meets. it comes with the gift, in a sense. knowing someone’s thoughts allows a much deeper understanding from a single meeting. yet the new figure fascinates her in a new way, a way she is CERTAIN she hasn’t experienced.

❝ oh, let me guess !! ❞ she’s more than aware that he is HURTING. an empathy flows through queenie as she talks to him, and forced smile is attempting to relax the situation, to encourage him to feel more welcome. safety is what she feels he needs. more than anything right now.  ❝ you prefer... blackberry pie, huh? ❞

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❝ if you think that, you should TELL HER, mr scamander. ❞ coming up behind him, a small smile takes to queenie’s lips as she shifts her gaze from her distant sister to the man she overhears silently pining for her. ❝ sorry. the accent’s gettin’ easier.❞

❝ you’re lookin’ for THE CREATURE too ?! ❞ from the young woman’s mind, queenie steals a clear and corresponding image of the target of her own search. a small, INVOLUNTARY giggle escapes her, before she moves to face her properly. the accent is still a struggle, but she hears so many thoughts from her - it’s difficult not to pick up a few.  ❝ ooh! you’ve done this before! ❞

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❝ —— that’s QUITE AN ABILITY you’ve got there. ❞ her lips hold a pleasant quirk at her remark as she hesitates graciously before the man. it is a good few moments before before she steps back slightly, shaking her head in apology at her own UNINTENTIONAL intrusion.  ❝ sorry, couldn’t help it. you seem so INTERESTIN' — ❞

❝ — ❞ for a few moments, a silent queenie hovers in AWE in front of the other woman. whether she’s gathering thoughts or simply admiring the way she works, the witch appears notably occupied in seemingly very little at all. eventually, she is snapped from her reverie by an unexpected noise. introduce yourself !!  ❝ — That’s quite a talent.❞

notalwaysalone:

❝you know exactly what i’m talkin’ abo— hey, don’t get embarrassed, teeny!❞ frequently, the blonde witch used her talent primarily to tease her sister. with NEWT SCAMANDER around, it was becoming a hell of a lot easier to do so. with a wispy, fly-away giggle, queenie edged forward to nudge her sister gently in the side.

❝mr scamander would want to run off with you if you had mumblemumps, tina, if he had the words to tell you. a bit of mustard ain’t gonna put him off. i just don’t wanna wake up and lose my sister to merry england, do I ?? ❞

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❝ deaths ? well, i ain’t heard anything about that... ❞ a brief pause. thoughts were typically easy to hear, and yet now queenie was met with a strange resistance. ❝ you... not one of the english guys, then? ❞

witxhling:

❝ time travel ?! ❞ an indisputable WANDERLUST drove queenie’s reaction, and in a moment she became a little more focused on the girl’s thoughts. at ilvermorny, more than anywhere, she needed to control her ability, but with such interesting thoughts originating from her  —  no, queenie. stop this !!  ❝  i don’t  —  we could ask PROFESSOR RABNOTT, ‘suppose... but 2016? what’s it like ??❞

❝ — is that the book ?!  ❞ standing on her tiptoes rather unnecessarily, queenie’s excitement nearly leapt from her at the sight of the rather impeccably packaged rectangle in her sister’s hands. they’d been waiting for it, of course - and for the return of a certain english wizard who was to come with it.