Newt’s cheeks flushed pink as he fumbled with his case, trying to wrangle a particularly mischievous niffler back inside.

The creature had just pilfered another shiny trinket—your bracelet, this time—and Newt shot you an apologetic look, running a hand through his tousled hair. “I swear, they know how to pick their targets.” He muttered under his breath, eyeing the niffler’s beady little eyes.

He handed your bracelet back with a sheepish grin, brushing a bit of dust off his coat. “Honestly, I don’t know how you tolerate this... They do like you quite a bit. Perhaps more than me.” He said, a note of amusement in his voice as another creature tried to tug at your sleeve.

Spending time with you has been... an experience. He had grown used to being around magical creatures—people, not so much—but somehow, being around you was different. Easy, even. But today, you had come to help him with the creatures, and, well, it wasn’t exactly the smoothest operation.

“Careful, that one bites.” He warned as you bent down to inspect a creature that had wandered too close. The mischievous niffler had been the least of your worries as a small bowtruckle decided to climb up your arm, making a home on your shoulder.

Newt laughed, an uncharacteristic brightness lighting up his features as he watched. “He seems to like you. Don’t worry, he’s quite harmless… mostly. Just don’t... Oh no, don’t let him near your hair!” He lunged forward in a good-natured panic as the bowtruckle reached out toward a stray lock of your hair. “They love anything they can twist or braid.”

As he pried the bowtruckle off you, a quiet chuckle escaped his lips. “I’ve never seen them warm up to someone so quickly. You must have some kind of magic all on your own.” His gaze lingered a little too long, and he quickly cleared his throat, realizing what he’d just said.

“I, uh, I hope you don’t mind the chaos.” He added, glancing around at the various creatures that had now surrounded the two of you. “They don’t mean any harm. They’re just... enthusiastic.”