The little scar on his nose is smooch worthy. 💋
You have been trudging through the snow for hours, giggling at your attempt to build a snow Erumpent. It is mostly a massive blob of white powder but you find a nearby log and stick it firmly in the center to represent its tusk.
Newt glances up from the nearby bench where he has been writing for the last hour. His hands are shivering, his nose is frozen, and his teeth chatter violently behind pale lips.
He knows how much you love the snow and is willing to endure these arctic conditions to be with you however, he is starting to question whether certain parts of his body still function. Including his toes.
“It looks – just like – my Erumpent, darling!” He beams, though he can barely speak due to trembling.
You finally feel the cold too and wander over to the case a few steps away from where Newt sits.
“Erm, darling? Are you leaving me out here alone?”
You turn to meet this expression… he looks like a little lost puppy in need of warmth and shelter at the end of a winter’s eve.
You bend down and gift his precious nose with a kiss, right across the scar you find so adorable.
“Of course not, my love.” You grab his chilled hand - with a wink, “Come, let’s go home. I think a steamy bath and hot cocoa are on order for this evening?” 😏❤❄⛄