Newt never had a favourite colour- or at least from his time in the glade he hadn’t thought to even have one being too focused on his work being the second in command while also working in the gardens..

But when you were playing games with the others at the bonfire and was asked your friends favourite colour- the moment you shouted yellow so confidently.. he now had a favourite colour. Newt hadn’t a clue how it practically convinced him cause maybe subconsciously it was but it was now set in stone the moment it left your lips as the others turned to him asking for confirmation.

“well how’d you know that? you’re right.”