"N-newt?" I coughed out. Gasps of the people above me sound throughout the box as I look up at the boy standing before me. Blonde hair. Brown eyes. I remember him. Newt. "How do you know my name?" He asks, confusion lacing his voice, his British accent more prominent. The voices above us are getting louder and louder, but when they hear him ask a question all is silent, waiting for me to answer. I take a deep breath and begin to speak. |||||||| Hope you enjoyed this little snip bit of Don't Panic! If you liked it and want to find out what happens next feel free to read it! Don't forget to like it if u enjoyed it and comment some feedback! Thanks! ~tmr_greenie