Congratulations on Your Engagement

Crynn POV

Aria looked like she couldn't believe what she's currently spectating on. She's trying so hard not to just laugh. I mean, it's not this funny in the movie. This is simply comedy gold. But I still can't help myself, face palming at just how awkward this is. Newt is peeved and Queenie is trying to normalize the situation but I know that isn't happening.

Newt and Queenie locked eyes before Queenie finally relented in a sigh. Ah, it's this scene where Newt is projecting his thoughts but because facing him is a legilimens, it's similar to talking to someone just in their mind and not by oral means. I think he asked, 'Have you enchanted him?' or some other kind of sentence, one can only remember bits of it, am I right?

"What?! I have not!" Queenie laughed a little less jovially with 90% of her tone showing nervousness. Looks like she's in denial, trying to distract herself from reality by wiping Jacob's wine splashed face. Oh I recall the next mind sentence! 'Queenie, you're bringing him without his will' or again, some other kind of sentence of the sort.

"Oh! That is an outrageous accusation," still wiping that plump face of Jacob's, very in denial and too much in love but who can we blame, after all, love beats all. "Look at him, he's so happy, he's just so happy," Queenie is still wiping and Jacob is just smiling and smiling like there's nothing wrong but there unfortunately IS something wrong.

"Then you wont mind if I uhm..." Before Newt could even finish the sentence, Queenie had already swiftly got up from her seat, putting an arm to cover Jacob, allegedly 'protecting' him. "Please don't," Queenie turned very solemn. "We're looking at a very real live-action house dinner drama," I couldn't help but mutter right next to Aria as she too nodded, seemingly transfixed at what's happening in front of us.

At this moment, I would really dig some of those rip-off caramel popcorns from the movie theatre. "Queenie, you've got nothing to fear if he wants to get married, err... We can just lift the enchantment and he can tell us himself," when usually, you've got wild west standoffs, here you've got noble British arguments.

Queenie looked lost for just a second there and lowered her head to look down upon Jacob as she slowly retracted her arm to enable space for Newt to lift off the spell binding Jacob. "What you got there, what you gonna do? Heh, Mr. Scamander, EhEhEhEhEh," oh God, there goes that creepy laugh of Jacob's, come on, lift the enchantment already.

Skippy had done floating the dishes onto the table and disapparated away. We've got whole trays of splendidly delicious-looking delicacies right here! I want to eat! I'm so hungry! "Surgito," Newt spoke off and Jacob suddenly started seizuring as whole smokes of this reddish-pink manifestation seeped out from him and into the sir above.

Soon enough, the smoke formed a giant beating heart, not the scientific heart but the heart with two curves and a pointed tip. And... Boom! The heart disappeared, problem solved. "Congratulations on your engagement, Jacob," Newt drily said and sat back down on his chair, clearly expecting a 'Thank you, you're invited', but instead...

"Wait what!" Oh! The drama has reached the climax, they're not getting married and not even engaged! Ooooooh! Jacob looked positively confused, with a blank face, not knowing what to express. Newt accusingly gazed towards Queenie whom can only guiltily stared back, not even bothering to do anything anymore.

"Oh no, you didn't..." Newt started off and slowly drifted, finally staying silent while rubbing his head with both hands. "Queenie! A second," Jacob pulled out his pointer finger for that one second. Queenie has now brought her briefcase up and is proceeding out the front door. "It's very nice to see you, where the hell am I right now?!"

Jacob chased halfway to the door before turning back just to greet Newt and ask a question in which Newt answered, "You're in London." Jacob huffed and stretched his hand out to reason but chose not to and slapped his thigh in exasperation. "We've always wanted to go here! Queenie!" He shouted one last time and went out the door, calling for Queenie.

Newt could just speechlessly watch from his seat, with a bunch more headaches added to his head. Time for me to joke. "This has certainly been a most interesting welcome. Out of every house I've visited, this one's choice of entertainment definitely comes up the first in the rankings!" Seeing as most of the houses I've visited have been robbed, the only entertainment left are police sirens.

"Oh! I apologize for that!" Newt suddenly froze and almost started begging me, what's wrong with this guy?! Haven't my tone and expression been very jest? "It's a joke, you don't need to be sorry. It's only a joke," I stiffly smiled, has detachment with humankind and ore attachment with magical beasts done him like this or is he just a man without that sense of humor?

"Either way, I'm starving for dinner," I said as napkins started to levitate down towards I and Aria. "Of course, you can take whatever," Newt said and stood up, slowly walking to behind the table. I started grabbing dishes left and right, piling the up in my plate. I pile food in a different way that most usually do.

I create sectors on the round plate, I picture it as a pie chart and that's what I'm currently doing. Placing different foods in different sectors pictured within my brain. I'm doing so, so that during eating, the food wouldn't jumble up, combing with each other, it will affect the taste and the performance of it.

It will transform a delicacy into a de-delicacy, and God is this so fantastic! I could eat this every day, every meal, and I wouldn't be bored, let alone complain! Simply, mouthwatering! Aria thinks the same, at least from her crunching bliss. "Papyrus Reparo," Newt softly mouthed from behind as torn pieces of paper from the floor reconstructed itself into a postcard.

"Ehm... Where did you say you're going to again?" Newt asked and it's only alright if I replied back, "Paris."