It was freezing outside- the ground was covered in a thick sheen of snow and ice crept up the windows.

You had made your way home from a long day of hunting for your niffler- which by the grace of god was found safely- and entered your bedroom. Only to find newt huddled up under the covers.

“Cosy there?” You inquired with a smirk, watching as the blanket wriggled.

“Very- thank you darling” he rushed, obviously embarrassed about his predicament.

“How many?” You asked, earning a sheepish smile as he pulled back the covers, revealing two dozen now upset baby nifflers who whined at the loss of the blanket.