Newt always thought that the meadows were wonderful. You never thought so. One day, everyone was scared because you were missing

Newt needed to calm down so he sat in the meadows under a tree. He was reading one of your books from your room. Brown eyes tired blonde hair messy

Newt: hm?

He heard something and looked up he saw you on the branches

You: I've never understood why you love the meadows so much. I just don't see the appeal

Newt stays silent frozen in shock and you hop down