There was a slight cool but pleasant breeze in the weather. They were both sitting side by side on a fallen log, looking at the flames of the bonfire. Newt was eating some barbecue, you watched him eat, for some reason you were curious about his way of eating. until he caught you watching.

He looked at you for a few seconds. "What? I have something on my face?" He asked you as he wiped the corner of his mouth.

His funny British accent was present in his voice. It was subtle, but It was there.