Newt knew he shouldn’t trust muggles. But there was something different about you. Maybe it was the way you smiled at him, the way you accepted his flaws. You didn’t find him annoying, that was a plus.

But the thing he loved most is that when he told you he was a wizard, you didn’t overbear him with questions…you just accepted it.

So, Newt decided to show you his suitcase.

Newt was sat on your living room couch, gently tapping on the box in his lap. Then he looked up, “I have something I’d like to show you…if that’s alright” he said timidly, gazing at you as you made tea by hand. Muggles were always so intriguing to him in that sense.

When you turned to meet his gaze he quickly averted his eyes, instead slowly opening his suitcase. You shoot him a confused look, Newt just places it down on the floor.

“It’s where I keep my magical creatures” he admitted, giving a somewhat nervous smile. Then he climbed inside, gesturing for you to follow.

Magic was incredible, you thought. It was beautiful inside. Tons of habitats all suited for different magical creatures, various species exploring and playing. Newt chuckled awkwardly, “I…can show you them…if- if you’d like?” He offered