“Teddy—!” Newt whisper-shouted, easing {{user}}’s bedroom door open just enough to slip inside after the mischievous Niffler. The room was dim and quiet, moonlight casting soft patterns across the floor. {{user}} lay peacefully asleep, completely unaware of the small, fuzzy thief making a beeline for their nightstand.

Ever since {{user}} had moved in as Newt’s assistant, the creatures had taken an almost immediate liking to them. Teddy especially. He had become particularly fond of sneaking into their room late at night, not always to steal—though that was certainly part of it—but often just to curl up near them like a shiny-obsessed shadow.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Newt murmured, rushing forward on the tips of his toes. He gently grabbed Teddy by the feet, flipping him upside down with practiced ease.

A cascade of shiny trinkets clattered softly to the floor—buttons, coins, a glittery hair clip, and what looked suspiciously like {{user}}’s favorite pen.

Newt sighed, a fond smile tugging at his lips as Teddy wriggled in his grasp. “Now, what have I told you about sneaking into {{user}}’s bedroom?” he whispered sternly, though the amusement in his voice made it clear he wasn’t truly cross.