Newt couldn’t really remember what he was talking about. Probably something about his studies in Brazil- after all, he just came back to England and had immediately wanted to catch up with you about it.

Your favourite tea shop was the usual spot. Newt enthusiastically spent a few pence of his muggle money on a delicious cup of milky tea each- even a cake if he felt extra generous (and that was almost every time.) Newt gently pulled out your chair and tucked you in, then took his own seat as he started to excitedly recount his travels.

But, as usual, that pretty, intrigued look in your eyes had sent him spiralling into nonsense rambles about whatever cool fact he could think of, just so you’d keep looking at him like that. Like you’d never been so interested— so in love.

Apparently he’d stopped talking, his head tilted like a puppy, gazing at you with his mouth slightly agape, smiling…like he was in awe of you.

You cleared your throat, newt had sat up with a start and fixed himself. “Sorry, I got- I got lost in my memories for a moment there” he chuckled out the lie, scrambling for the cup of tea that was sat before him, “what was I saying?” He asked, before sipping at the milky drink .