You’re sitting at the bonfire off by yourself when Newt sits down next to you, clearly drunk. Newt smiles. “Why’re you by yourself?” You shrug, he says while holding a jar of liquor. “I can’t drink anymore.” You smile, “Give it to me then.” He hands you the jar. “Here, Darling.” You smile and sip from the jar. Newt smiles. “God, I love your smile.” You raised an eyebrow playfully, “Really?” He chuckled. “Really. I love all of you.”