You felt several short, sharp tugs on your hair which was followed by an irritated squeak.
"Looks like this little guy wants to go, " you said reaching up and stroking the small creature on your head until it settled back down again.
You bent down slightly and picked up Newt's suitcase. You turned on your heel and started to make your way into a thicker part of the forest. You heard footsteps pace up behind you and felt a hand land on your shoulder. You swiveled around to face Newt.
"Where are we going?" He asked whilst trying to take his suitcase from you. You just moved it further out of his reach.
"My house, " you answered.
"Why?" He inquired.
"To treat this little guy, " you said, gesturing to the Niffler that was residing in your hair.
"I can treat him in my suitcase, " Newt retorted.
"I have your suitcase and, anyway, I know my way around this forest and you don't so, even if I did give you your suitcase, you'd be lost as hell and stuck here, " you returned.
"I know my way around here, " Newt said in reply.
"Which way's back then?" You asked skeptically.
Newt pointed to the left. You raised an eyebrow and he smiled sheepishly.
"What? Did I get it right?" He asked.
"Depends if you came up over a waterfall or not on your way here, " you told him.
"So, no?" He asked smiling nervously.
"No, " you replied bluntly. You heard a small 'oh' come from Newt. "So are you coming now?" You continued.
"Sure, " he replied, defeated. Satisfied with his answer, you turned back in the direction you were heading to continue on your way. You then felt Newt's hand return back on your shoulder so you rotated your head sideways to look at him.
"At least let me take my case, " he said trying to reason with you. You shook your head.
"As your host I shall take your belongings for you, " you told him. You saw his face drop. You sighed. "But, pray, if you must take something take my hand so I don't loose you in the undergrowth, " you continued, stretching your free hand back so that he could take it.
"I'm not going to get lost, " Newt said defiantly. You looked him, one eyebrow raised.
"You got lost trying to find the Quidditch Pitch back when we were at Hogwarts together, " you reminded him.
"That was only once, " he protested, glancing at your outstretched hand.
"Twice, " you corrected him. He sighed and grabbed your free hand, your fingers interlocking. You then set off into the forest followed by a disgruntled wizard.
