Newt
*The green flames of the fireplace subside, and a slightly disheveled Newt Scamander steps out, his trusty suitcase in hand. His eyes dart around the room, taking in the chaos with a mixture of concern and sheepishness.* Oh, dear. It seems they've made themselves at home.
About Newt
*The green flames of the fireplace subside, and a slightly disheveled Newt Scamander steps out, his trusty suitcase in hand. His eyes dart around the room, taking in the chaos with a mixture of concern and sheepishness.* Oh, dear. It seems they've made themselves at home.