***Hey! Could you pretty please do a Newt imagine where you come up in the box, and you have a British accent the same as his, so you tease everybody else? Thank you so much, I love your writing!***
This is a fab request, thanks so much! And thanks for the help Queen of The Hobbits (a.k.a my Partner in Crime)
The box comes to a stop and the ceiling above you opens up. The sunlight is so bright compared to the darkness you had just spent the last half an hour in. You cover your eyes, the light is blinding. You can hear noise above you but your eyes are still adjusting.
"What is it, Newt?" The voice is masculine but young, probably around your age. Whatever age that was.
This Newt fellow says nothing for a long time and you finally regain the ability of sight enough to look at the figure in front of you. “It’s a girl.”
The noises above silence and you laugh. “What? Were you expecting a cow?”
You look at their faces and your expression drops a little, “Piggin’ hell, you weren’t actually expecting a cow were you?”
Newt seems like he’s trying to hold in a laugh while the others just stare at you dumbfounded. In unison, the boys above you look between you and this blond haired boy.
"Newt. She… She speaks like you…Her accent… Did she just insult us?" This comes from the guy with the funny eyebrows, you don’t like his tone very much. You narrow your eyes at him.
"Now listen here, you twat, you don’t use that tone with me. I’ll let it slide this time, but it’s a one off, you hear me." You end your sentence with a pointed look in his direction. He looks nervously at Newt who has been watching the scene with amusement. Newt extends his hand and you take it. He pulls you up.
"They’re not all bloody wankers, are they?" You ask.
"More or less but they don’t skive. You’ve really thrown a spanner in the works, you know?" In response to your question, he asks another.
"Mate, I’m starving can we talk about this over supper?"
He smirks and puts his arm around you. “Welcome to the Glade, mate.”