Love That

A fond smile crepted onto Newt's lips as his eyes shone in happiness. The wizard being both quite relieved and happy to see his newly made muggle friend being all calm and collected. Not freaking out like the wizard had imagined when he had told the muggle what he was. Accepting him and also the creatures he is fond of. In fact, his muggle friend was in utter awe with the magical creatures and it made Newt feel joyous to have someone see these creatures as something more than pest nor dangerous. Someone that saw that these were incredible creatures, not beasts.

"Fascinating," Newt heard [Name], his muggle friend, breathlessly uttered as he softly petted the niffler he was craddling. Awe plastered on his face as he then let out a laugh when the niffler swatted his hand away when he tried to poke it's cute little snout.

"Simply fascinating," [Name] said, smiling softly as he fondly looked at the small, magical creature in his hand.

Newt stood a few feet away, still that fond smile on his lips as the little bowtruckle on his hand looked at him with its confused black beady eyes. The small creature tilted its head in confusion as it then turned and followed where its caretaker was looking at.

Pickett, the bowtruckle's name, saw its caretaker was looking at the muggle who was busy trying to get his ring away from the thieving hands of the niffler on his hand. The bowtruckle looked back at Newt and decided that the wizard should snap out of his stare. It was, after all, very inappropriate and not to mention creepy.

"Ow!" Cried Newt, snapping out of his staring daze as he looked at the direction of the pain. Looking down at his hand, Newt saw the small green colored, twig like body of the little bowtruckle that was innocently looking at him with those black beady eyes of it. Newt let out a huff as the wizard fully knew that Pickett was the caused of his surprising pain.

[Name], hearing Newt's cry, stopped playing with the niffler and had turned his head around to the direction of hearing the wizard's cry. Eyebrows furrowed as worry plastered on his face.

"Newt?" [Name] called. Worry evident in his tone as he continued, "are you alright?"

"I-I'm fine!" Newst responded. A soft shade of flush on Newt's freckled cheeks. Embarrassed, Newt was.

"Are you certain?" [Name] said. Still looking at Newt in worry that with his attention somewhere else, the niffler on his hand had snatched back the shiny, gold ring of his and hid it on its small pouch.

"No!" Cried Newt as he saw the niffler did but his answer made [Name] threw him an incredibled look. Assuming the wizard's word to be the answer for his question.

With the deed done, the magical creature jump off, out of the muggle's hand and scurried away in a very fast pace before anyone cold stop it and get the gold ring back.

"Wha-- hey!" [Name] had said. Finally realizing why Newt shouted out as he looked at where the niffler used to be in his hands then looking at the direction of where it went. A laugh left his lips then as he shakes his head and slowly stood up from his position on sitting on the ground. "Little bugger," fondly said [Name] as he turned to look at Newt again and sent the wizard a boyish grin.

"Am I going to see that ring again? That was a gift from my ma, you know," chuckled [Name] as he raised a brow at the wizard. [Name] was a bit afraid if that was the last time he would see that ring again as truly, it was important to him. Like he had said, it was one of the only things he had left with his family. Especially his mother.

"I am so sorry," apologized Newt. Face flushed as he looked down at the tiny bowtruckle known as Pickett on his hand to avoid eye contact with his muggle friend. "Niffler's are usually attracted to any thing that is shiny and beautiful to their eye that they steal and horde them," he had explained, still avoiding eye contact.