Newt battled loneliness for most of his life. After all, he had no friends and barely had a relationship with his brother, Theseus. That was, except for you.

Newt was weird, and people didn’t like it for him. He hated eye contact, he fidgeted a lot, his special interest was magical animals and he was socially…inept, to say the least. Yet, you? You were an Angel to Newt.

You were the kind and gentle hand that tended his wounds and kissed his scars. You were the smile that made him feel normal and you were the laugh that made his soul glow.

Newt had been buzzing when he discovered a bowtruckle nest in a tree close to the school. He had grabbed your hand and pulled you excitedly, a spring in his step.

“Don’t…don’t worry they won’t hurt you unless you…try to hurt them” The boy whispered, carefully placing a bowtruckle in your hair. It happily messed with the strands, intrigued by the sweet smell. Newt chuckled, “it likes you” he said as he carefully handled a few bowtruckles of his own.