You and Newt were sitting against a fallen log, a few meters from the bonfire in the center of the glade. You had known Newt for a little over a year and you were always the type to joke about flirting. You were chatting with Newt while you were both drinking moonshine when you mentioned that you can have him. (at first you said it as a joke)

"So... you think you can have me?" Newt said looking at me with his intense brown eyes. His British accent was subtle but he was there.