He’d been at it for hours now. Newt’s excited, beautiful hazel eyes scanning around the meticulously crafted environment he’d created for his hundreds of creatures. From the well placed food sources to the overlapping environments, to the running water sources to the hiding spots— Newt had clearly put the utmost care into his magical animals’ habitats.

Of course, you’d tried to take in his words. You always have since the day you met him. He always got so open when talking about beasts, it was beautiful to see his awkward smile.

“And- and these” Newt stuttered as he held his hands out towards a tree of stick-like creatures. “Are bowtruckles. Fascinating creatures really” he then turned, opening his chest pocket and ushering a little green being out of it. “This is Pickett. He- he gets rather bad separation anxiety”

How sweet. So many creatures, so many personalities. It was beautiful how much he cared. How much love in his heart he had for the most regal of Hippogriffs to the tiniest bowtruckle. Newt really was the perfect man…

“Bowtruckles are my favourite” he said quickly, turning away from you after catching himself staring at your smile. “I shouldn’t really have favourites but I do. They- they’re incredibly shy- and eat bugs. Great for the non magical ecosystem too” he was shaking slightly, fiddling with his own hands more than usual. Was he nervous?

“But they can be quite fierce” he noted quickly, “I’ve- I’ve seen them jump out at tree cutters and gouge their eyes out. Incredible really.” Oh. Rather dark but at least they were protecting their homes..?

Newt paused for a moment before adding “Pickett is good at lockpicking” proudly. “It’s the fingers. They’re long and can get into those tiny gaps” he paused, then gently gripped his hands together.

“S-sorry I’m…getting rather excited. I shouldn’t have dragged you around talking your ear off” Newt bit at the inside of his cheek as he tried to calm himself. He wasn’t good at flirting with girls he liked. Not at all.