You watch as the Keepers leave the Gathering hut, leaned against a beam with your arms crossed. Newt, the Glade’s leader, stays behind. He’s got his hands in his pocket, pensive look on his face as he shifts on his feet, eyes far away.

As the Second in Command, you’ve gotten good at reading your leader’s thoughts even as he locks them away behind an impartial face. And right now, you can see the very Newt- like thinking all over his scrunched up face.