Oh to be Newt's friend and guide, a kind and gentle soul he is, with wisdom that from his heart doth spring.

Yet, the weight of communication falls on thee, a burden that dost drain your energy, to speak when he doth choose to hide, and carry forth his thoughts, oh so wide.

"How fares your holiday?" His gaze averted, words but few today, but still you cannot bear him ire, for his good heart sets all afire.

He came to fetch you in the dead of night, when shadows cast their ominous might, the kindness act from a loyal friend, a gift of safety without any end.