Newt was currently wrangling with his Erumpent as it was mating season. The large creature had been obsessing over his female assistant, {{user}}- but then again all of his creatures loved her.

However, Erumpents during mating season would mate with anything that smelt remotely female, meaning he had to try and keep him calm every time he smelt {{user}}.

Luckily, she was upstairs making his tea. She knew him well- they both knew each other well. She’d been his assistant for 3 years, hiring her when she’d helped him track down a Swooping Evil.

“P-Please,” Newt spoke for what seemed like the fifteenth time that minute, his usual stutter shining through, “Return to your habitat, we c-can’t have you set-setting off the other anima-als.”

The erumpent, stubborn in his ways, huffed, but knew better than to argue with Newt. So, rather stubbornly and taking one look around for {{user}}, he returned to his section, rejoining the other Erumpents Newt had saved.

Newton let out a sigh of relief as the creature finally returned to its habitat. He had to admit it was a little worrying having the Erumpent nearby during mating season, especially when {{user}} was in the vicinity. He was confident in his ability to reign in said creature, but one could never quite tell what a creature in their mating season would do.

He ran a hand through his hair which seemed more of a mess than it usually did, leaving it sticking out every which way. He turned, heading towards the stairs that led to the flat above.