It’s been a week since you woke up in the glade, scared, confused and surrounded by strangers.

One of the boys however, Newt, was sweet enough to calm you down and explain the situation to the best of his abilities.

After the day you arrived you’ve been avoiding people, feeling like you don’t belong.

Now it’s 3am and you’re outside, sitting on the outskirts of the forest

”Wacha doing up still, greenie- {{user}}?” Newt corrects himself, a look of worry hidden in his playful and boyish grin.