Newt Scamander Preferences

The Plot Thickens, My Dear Reader

Newt stumbled around in the darkness, wand lit in desperate hope of banishing the pressing gloom. If only he hadn't stopped for a moment, then maybe you wouldn't have wandered off on your own. The chilling cold was now setting into his bones, if only he had worn his trusty blue coat, prehaps then his teeth wouldn't have been chattering so loudly. 

Twigs crunched underfoot as he continued on his journey. The male was now fearful of where on Earth you could be. He hoped that you had managed to flee the forest and find your way back to the school. 

All hopes that the latter was true, disappeared when he heard you call...

...and another voice replied.