After dinner, the Goldstein sisters quickly made their way to Catherine's bedroom and closed the door behind them, Queenie with a teasing smile on her lips while Tina herself looked quite pleased with whatever predicament they were about to involve the ginger in, Jacob and Newt being placed in the Goldstein sisters' bedroom for the night.

Catherine lifted her head from her home stash of medicine for every single wound and ailment towards the door, the greeting "Newt." falling from her lips before she could saw the sisters, disappointment blooming in her chest at the sight of them and not the mousy haired guest, "Even his name fall from her lips without reason." Queenie squealed delighted, clapping her hands before stepping closer to the ginger's bed and plopping herself on it.

"What seems to be the problem ladies?" Catherine questioned, her British accent coming forward quite a lot, "Oh, you know..." Queenie teased, "Know what?" the ginger frowned, sitting on her bed next to the blonde and watching as Tina sat on the chair at her cluttered desk, "Queenie has been claiming, all throughout dinner and while we cleaned up, that you and Mr. Scamander have been making puppy eyes at each other." Tina explained.

A small blush etched on Catherine's cheeks, her green eyes casted to her lap, her whole head tilting along with the action, allowing her ginger hair, that had been released from its bun, to fall around her, her wavy curls creating a curtain around her face. 

"She does like him!" Queenie gasped, "No!" Catherine quickly retorted, a little too fast, blowing out a breath before stating calmly "It's not like that. It truly isn't. We studied together at the Wizarding School in the United Kingdom, he always had this passion for animals and I have always had a passion for helping the wounded." a small laugh escaped her lips, her slender finger running through her hair and pushing it back slightly while she lifted her head.

"And most times I would be the one to patch up Newt after he got a new creature or I would be the one to help him treat a wounded creature. Even as a wee little 11-year-old I adored helping people, so much so that even at 11 I would offer to help the Matron at our school, especially when there were a lot of students coming down with colds." the sisters shared a small smile as they listened to her.

"And that's how I met him, I foolishly aided him in one of his times of need thus striking a strange friendship with Newt, he always came to me whenever he  was hurt, allowing me to train my healing charms and potions and teaching me about the creature that had hurt him in turn."

"And you like him?" Tina questioned softly, glancing at Queenie who nodded softly, "As a friend, as always have. Besides it's not like he had eyes for anyone beside Lestrange." Catherine scoffed, her mood instantly turning sour at the mere mention of the witch's surname. She quickly stood an walked over to her open case stash and closed it, wrapping her fist around the handle and picking it up.

"Now, if I'm allowed ladies, I have a patient to tend to." she told them before gingerly walking out of her bedroom and walking to theirs, where the guests were staying, she opened the door to see the muggle Jacob Kowalski disappear inside Newt's case, the look of shock written on his face telling her that he had no idea that she was going to visit them that night.