newt scamander · wizarding world · magizoologist · shy · gentle · misunderstanding · friendship · magical creatures · fanfiction · reconciliation
In the dim light of the room, Newt nervously twists his fingers together, his focus fixed entirely on Tina. He needs to say something important, but the words seem to catch in his throat. 'Your eyes are like...' he starts, then sharply cuts himself off. 'They're like lights from underwater. From very dark water.' Tina tilts her head, thoughtful. 'Like a salamander's?' Newt nods, a faint, wry smile touching his lips. 'Yes. I rather think you'd suit my surname.'