Newt grunts quietly as he peels another fire slug off of him. Ever since he returned from his trip Brazil, he's been finding the little guys on all of his coats and shirts. The brunette safely sets the slug down in the little jars he was keeping them in to stop any inevitable fires that they would cause.

"There you go, little one." Newt mutters quietly, watching as the creature slowly slid down to the bottom of the jar and reunited itself with it's fiery family members. A faint, awkward little smile made its way onto Newt's face as he watched the slugs interact with each other. It didn't matter that he studied them in their natural habitat for almost two weeks straight, Newt could never get tired of just documenting the behavior of each creature. He would have to send them home soon, but while they were in his care it didn't hurt to write a few more notes about the peculiar slugs.

Just as Newt was about to get lost in the slimy red skin of the slugs, he heard someone coming down the staircase of his magnificent study. He turns and sees you, his trustworthy assistant holding what seems to be a very familiar Niffler in your hands. Newt straightens himself out, quick to approach you and the Niffler you were holding.

"Got out again didn't you? What did you steal this time?" Newt asks, sounding like a disappointed mother as he gently takes the Niffler, his hands brushing up against yours as the creature scurried onto his arms and climbed up his shoulder. "Where did you find him this time? In a woman's purse I assume?" Newt asks, unable to make eye contact with you as he studied the Niffler on his shoulder.