Newt scamander x reader one shots

New Years

You couldn't wait to celebrate the new year. It felt like this year went on forever. You did have one upside though, you met your best friend, Newt Scamander. He was quiet but once you brought him out of his shell he was the sweetest person you've ever met. You and Newt agreed to spend at least one New Years at Hogwarts so there you were with about 70 other students who decided to stay over the holidays. The great hall had a clear night sky in the ceiling and sparklers danced detached from any sticks wizzing about. The long tables had been cleared out and replaced with mismatched furniture. It wasn't even midnight but an obnoxious couple was already snogging on a red velvet couch. You avert your eyes and look for Newt. He was looking around an ice sculpture hastily. He only got that way in one situation you knew. You head over to where he is scratching his head nervously.

"Newt, what's the matter?" You ask.
He looks up at you very panicked, "My niffler, he was in my pocket, he wanted to come along and let's face it I can't say no to that face and now he must've jumped and I can't find him!" He continues to look frantically.

"Okay," you say unsure, "we'll find him." You look up. Hanging from a streamer is a little duck billed creature reaching out to grab one of the sparks. You nudge Newt in the side trying not to cause a stir. You point up and Newt sucks in a breath. You look around to for something to stand on. Your eyes land on a high ottoman. You grab it and stand on top of it on your tiptoes and point your wand at the niffler, "Accio!" Nothing happens, your too far and you literally learned this spell three weeks ago. Frustrated you search your mental library for any spell that might work, "Lumos," you say. The tip of your wand lights up and the niffler's attention draws to it. Before you can think the niffler jumps from the streamer towards you. "Newt!" You yell. Newt runs over to you but crashed into you right as the niffler jumps into your arms. You check to see if the niffler is alright and he's happy as a clam. You look up and see that Newt is literally inches from your face. His auburn hair hung just above his emerald eyes. You never realized how handsome he was. A chime interrupts your thoughts.
"10! 9! 8!" All the students chant.
You look up again at Newt,
"7! 6! 5!"
Your best friend, no, he was more, and he knew it too,
"4! 3! 2!"
He closes his eyes and you do too,
"1!"
The final toll chimes, Newt's lips are on yours. Your arms wrap around his neck, the niffler scurries up onto Newt's shoulder.

"Happy New Year!"

Happy indeed, you think.