Every single night you had been receiving love poems from a secret admirer on your plush pillow, they sat in pristine white enveloped with a wine red heart sticker on the seal and a pretty daisy beside the envelope that rested on your pillow. The poems went on and on about your eyes, and clear soft skin, your supple pink lips, and the way his heart thumped whenever this mystery person saw you.

Tonight you got a letter telling you to meet near the tree by the Medhut so you went. That’s when you saw an extremely nervous Newt kicking a rock with his shoe.