INT. MINISTERE DES AFFAIRES MAGIQUES, RECORDS ROOM ATRIUM--NIGHT MELUSINE: Puis-je vous aider? NEWT: Er--yes, this is Leta Lestrange. And--I'm her-- TINA: Fiance. There is an increased awkwardness between them. NEWT: Tina, about that fiancee business-- TINA (brittle): Sorry, yeah. I should have congratulated you-- The doors to the records office open. They enter briskly. INT. MINISTERE DES AFFAIRES MAGIQUES, RECORDS ROOM--NIGHT The doors close behind them, plunging them into darkness. NEWT: No, that's-- TINA: Lumos. NEWT: Tina--about Leta-- TINA: Yes, I've just said, I am happy for you-- NEWT: Yeah, well, don't. She stops. Looks at him. What? NEWT: Please don't be happy. (in trouble) Uh, no, no. I'm sorry. I don't . . . Uh, obviously, I--Obviously I want you to be. And I hear that you are now. Uh, which is wonderful. Sorry-- (a gesture of hopelessness) What I'm trying to say is, I want you to be happy, but don't be happy that I'm happy, because I'm not. (off her confusion) Happy. (off her continued confusion) Or engaged. TINA: What? NEWT: It was a mistake in a stupid magazine. My brother's marrying Leta, June the sixth. I'm supposed to be best man. Which is sort of mildly hilarious. TINA: Does he think you're here to win her back? (beat) Are you here to win her back? NEWT: No! I'm here to-- A beat. He stares at her. NEWT: --you know, your eyes really are-- TINA: Are what? NEWT: I'm not supposed to say. Pickett is climbing out of NEWT'S pocket onto the nearest shelf. NEWT doesn't notice. A beat. In a rush TINA: Newt, I read your book, and did you--? NEWT: I still have a picture of you--wait, did you read--? NEWT pulls the picture of her from his breast pocket and unfolds it. She is inordinately touched. He looks from the picture to TINA. NEWT: I got this--I mean, it's just a picture of you from the paper, but it's interesting because your eyes in newsprint . . . See, in reality they have this effect in them, Tina . . . It's like fire in water, in dark water. I've only ever seen that-- (struggling) I've only ever seen that in-- TINA (whispers): Salamanders?