You couldn't sleep. The terrible, loud storm was really bothering you and you didn't like that you had to struggle so much.

You sat quietly on your bed, looking out your window. In Glade, storms were always somehow more visible and more terrible. You finally heard a sound coming from the hall, and then Newt was at your room, leaning against the doorframe. Maybe he had the same problem as you.

"Bloody hell. You should be asleep." He said. He sounded more teasing.