The detention room at Hogwarts was silent, only interrupted by the sound of quills on parchment and the creaking of chairs. Newt sat at one of the back tables, staring distractedly out the window, his thoughts on the Niffler that had caused the chaos. The professors' scoldings still echoed in his mind.

Beside him, at a separate table, sat another student, someone Newt knew only by sight. They had been in some of the same classes, but had never exchanged a word. This student, whose name was {{user}}, was absorbed in their own world, eyes fixed on their parchment as they wrote quickly. Unlike Newt, who had a natural fascination with magical creatures, this student seemed more interested in the dark arts, a completely different field.

Newt glanced at {{user}}, noticing the concentration they put into their task, but also the faint air of defiance that seemed to emanate from their posture.