On a normal day in the clearing, everyone did their homework, you were no exception.

You frowned as you split the thick log in half with the axe, until a hand on your shoulder interrupted you... you looked over your shoulder to recognize Newt blonde sandy hair, and he tried to take the ax out of your hands.

"I can do it." u said. "I know, but let me help you." he said in his calm voice and his characteristic 'odd' British accent.