These Happy, Magical Years; A Newtina Fanfic

The Seventh Reason

"I suck!" Credence said, casting his wand aside, staring at the button that simply refused to turn into a beetle. "It's fine Credence. You're just trying too hard. Breathe. You'll get it!" Caoimhe encouraged, handing Credence his wand back. Credence scrunched his brow in concentration. Caoimhe tapped the area between his eyebrows. "If there's a wrinkle there, you're trying too hard," Caoimhe said. Credence automatically relaxed under her touch, and the button suddenly transformed into a green beetle, which began to scuttle off. Both laughed out loud as the beetle tried to crawl up Caoimhe's skirt. "We'll call him... Robert!" Caoimhe declared, and Credence laughed again.

Tina touched Newt's muscular arm so that he spun to face her. "Is something wrong?" he asked. "Yes," Tina said in a solemn voice. Newt immediately looked worried, and Tina burst out laughing. "I told you I was a good actor!" she teased. "Don't do that!" Newt said, swatting her with a rag playfully. "The problem is that I have not kissed you in like, 24 hours."

"So..."

"So kiss me, doofus!"

Newt laughed before leaning in to press his lips up against hers. The kiss barely lasted a second before there was a bang. "Relax, Credence! It's just a small cut!" Caoimhe voice rang cheerfully. "I'll give you a proper kiss later, I promise." Newt said. "Reason Number Seven; You are an amazing kisser!" Tina laughed. Newt blushed. "So are you," he mumbled, which caused Tina to giggle uncontrollably. "I love you," Newt said. "I love you more," Tina replied, a smile still playing across her lips.