I think I need a trick or treating/some kind of Halloween Newtina ficâŠ
Basically what I need is modern!Tina dressed like a witch.
Thatâs all I really want.
Because itâd be adorable, thatâs why.
âI like your costume, ma'am!â
Tina grinned down at the little boy whoâd tugged on her sleeve, already reaching into her bag for some no-maj candy. The child wore strips of white cloth wrapped around him from head to toe and a down jacket far to big for him.
âWhy, thank you, dearie,â Tina said, doing her best to make her voice scratchy and frail sounding. The fake nose made her real one itch, but she ignored it in favor of dropping the sugary tidbit into the boyâs plastic pumpkin. âBut itâs not a costume, oh no, Iâm a real witch here to oversee the Halloween festivities! Gotta make sure the goblins and ghouls behave,â she let out a cackle, pleased with how sinister she managed to make it sound. She loved Halloween, it was the one night she could honestly tell these no-majs the truth and theyâd just laugh along with her.
âOh, right! Of course,â the boy giggled, placing his finger over his lips like he was sharing a great secret with Tina, and scampered off towards the gaggle of children clustered around Newt. They watched in mixed awe and amusement as he brought out his completely non magical lizard with fake wings perched humanely on its back and proceeded to give them a very real lesson on hatchling dragons.
Tina settled into her chair, adjusting the large knit shawl around her shoulders, and took a moment to enjoy the crisp autumn air. Later, Newt would take to the stage in his fake beard and knobby staff to perform sleight of hand magic tricks for the festival goers, but for now their main job (well, mostly Tinaâs since he was too busy entertaining children) was to keep an eye out for any nasty magical creatures that might show. Too many wizards drunk on fire whiskey thought it would be fun to crash no-maj Halloween parties and cause a very real magical ruckus. Tina sighed, having already had to chase off 3 wizards and an errant kobold in the past hour alone.
âTrick or treat?â Came a tentative voice at her elbow. She peared down her long, fake nose at the little girl shyly clutching her bag of candy. A pointed black hat was perched atop her bushy dark hair and her smile was a bit buck toothed, but her cheeks were rosy with excitement. In her hands she gripped a broom far too small to meet regulatory safety standards for flying. A breath of magic stirred around the girl and Tina could feel the grin splitting her face.
âAha! A fledgling witch, is it? You mind your studies and keep an eye for the owl post, itâs very important, you understand?â Tina dropped the candy into her bag. The girl nodded hesitantly, confusion clearly written on her small face. She paused a moment and then asked a question Tina was not expecting.
âIs this sugar free? My parents are dentists, you see.â














