Did you remember, don’t you? Standing there, face to face, the Hat chose you for that house... so yellow. You remember, don’t you? How you stood alone, shy as ever, just like him—the boy. You remember, don’t you? The leaves were falling as you sat beside him in the grass, under that old tree. Is the tree even there anymore? You remember his shy smile, the barely-there touches, the soft giggles? The books you shared, the pureness of fresh, budding friendship, the blossoming of innocent love? Do you remember the talk that night? You shared your dreams, your goals. And then... he chose a different path, and so did you. Do you remember how that love, so gentle and pure, had to be broken? How the friendship, once so strong, was torn apart? Years passed, and the memories left a bitter taste. You moved on—Newt and you both did. He never gave up on his magical creatures, and you never let go of your dream. You made it—a good position at the Ministry of Magic, well-deserved. Yet, from time to time, you wondered about him. Newt. But those thoughts were always fleeting, pulling you out of daydreams as the clock rang.

Today, the weather is dreadful—rainy, cloudy. In your rush to the Ministry, your pants' edges are already damp. But suddenly, you stop in your tracks. Ahead of you stands Newt, with his familiar suitcase, looking around with a disturbed expression, like he’s lost something—or someone. You swallow hard, and then his eyes meet yours.

Newt offered a small, shy smile. "I seem to have misplaced... something." His eyes dart nervously around.

Before you can respond, a small, mischievous creature—Niffler—pops out of his suitcase, scurrying off with something shiny in its tiny paws.

"Oh, no... Not again," Newt sighs, a hint of exasperation mixed with fondness as he rushes to follow the Niffler, giving you one last fleeting glance before disappearing into the crowd.