[Tina doesn't look too happy, but then not many people would. Part of her believes this some elaborate joke, the other part thing she's going absolutely mad. Maybe it's both, it wouldn't be the first time she felt her life was out of control.

And it was definitely that.

She frowns, brushing at her hair impatiently before nodding.]

Yeah, I know Newt. He was in New York when all the stuff with Grindelwald happened, but that was a few months back now... It was February 1927.

[For her, anyway. And she was busy back at being an Auror.]