Newt was laughing, with a boy, Alby, working alongside him— cracking joke after joke, before Newt jumped slightly to the blaring sound of the Box rising.

Once he reached to the centre of the Glade, he turned to Alby. “My turn?” He asked, before Alby nodded while waiting for the Box to open. But as it did, his face twisted; greeted with an unusual sight.

Newt’s gaze drifted up towards some other boys, a slight frown of confusion visible on his lips, as his gaze shifted back to {{user}}.