"Muggles are fascinating. They actually imagined a world like that, don't you think?" an editor from Flourish Publishing House said to Scamander.
"Yes, of course," Newt Scamander said.
"So, do you think they were right?" the editor asked Scamander.
Newt looked at him, bewildered and surprised.
"Hi, Pomona!" Tina greeted Pomona, then spotted Cedric. "We meet again, young man."
"Good evening, ma'am," Cedric said politely.
"Looks like you have company. I'll leave you to it," the editor said to the two of them.
After he left, Scamander let out a long breath.
"Let's go," he said nervously, like an anxious little beast.
"We've only just arrived." Tina tried to persuade him. "Don't forget what I told you before. You have to learn to adapt..."
"Compliment each other like everyone else, right? Compliment what? Tina, sir, your dragon-hide boots are lovely. And madam, your Peruvian salamander-skin handbag is exquisite," Newt said uneasily.
"Take Scamander somewhere to rest, Cedric," Pomona said.
"Yes, Head of House," Cedric said, supporting Newt as he led him away from the main venue.
"It's not that he can't handle large occasions," Tina said helplessly to Pomona. "As long as he's on a mission."
"I understand. Let's go somewhere else." Pomona supported Tina as they moved to a corner where they could see the place where people got out of their cars. Hagrid was standing there.
"That tie you mentioned last time—Theseus wore it when he was in Berlin, when the German Minister for Magic announced that Grindelwald could run for president of the International Confederation of Wizards," Tina said after a while. "Newt did very well that night."
"What did he go there for?" Pomona asked.
"To deliver a message for someone," Tina said. "Do what is right, not what is easy."
"Let me guess who that