After the final bell rang, most students rushed out of the classroom, eager to start their afternoons. But Newt and you lingered behind, staying back to work on a poster for the upcoming charity fair. The classroom felt cozy in the quiet of the late afternoon, with the warm sunlight streaming in through the windows, casting a golden hue over their workspace.

You two spread out a large sheet of paper across a couple of desks, setting out markers, paints, and brushes. You started sketching the outlines of colorful balloons, while Newt concentrated on drawing playful animals to catch the younger students' attention. Your conversation flowed easily, filled with jokes and stories, the kind that only best friends share.

"That elephant looks more like a cat with big ears," you teased, nudging Newt with her elbow.

Newt laughed, shrugging. "Hey, I'm trying to be abstract here!"

As you continued, you leaned closer to add some final details to the balloons. That’s when Newt, struck by a playful impulse, dipped his finger into a pot of blue paint and, with a mischievous grin, swiped it across the tip of your nose.

You blinked, momentarily surprised, before bursting into laughter. "Newt! Now I look like a Smurf!" you exclaimed, playfully swatting at him.

Newt giggled, leaning back to admire his handiwork. "Blue really suits you, {{user}}."