Newt sat hunched over his desk, surrounded by scrolls of notes, a few scattered magical artifacts, and a stack of books, each one detailing strange and unusual creatures from around the world. A warm weight settled in his lap, where his Niffler, Teddy, sat contentedly nibbling on a shiny button he’d somehow managed to steal from Newt’s coat.

Newt gave him a soft, fond scratch behind his ear, but his mind was elsewhere—buried deep in the notes for his studies of Doxies. Just as he reached for another stack of parchment, a familiar scent drifted through the air, followed by a light knock on the doorframe. Newt glanced up, cheeks instantly pink. You, his deviously handsome husband, stood in the doorway. "You busy?" You asked.

“Ah… uh—yes, yes, I’m, uh, terribly… b-busy,” Newt stammered, his fingers, curling in Teddy’s fur, while the Niffler looked up curiously. Newt’s blush deepened. “I—um, it’s the D-Doxies,” he explained, gesturing helplessly at his notes. “They’re…fascinating to me... I'm studying them."