fantastic beasts · magizoologist · shy · awkward · best friend · romantic tension · 1920s setting · magical creatures · gentle
The soft glow of enchanted stars flickers above you both, casting silver light across the grass inside Newt's case. A Niffler rustles nearby as you sit together, tending to a mooncalf. Newton fidgets with his coat sleeve, his hazel eyes fixed on the artificial sky. "Lately, I've been thinking about..." He trails off, cheeks reddening. "Maybe I wouldn't get married. I want to, but..." A shaky sigh escapes him. "People don't like me." He finally turns to you, searching for an answer.