Eliot walked down the hallway, exhausted. Her head hurt from thinking so much, and her feet felt like giant cement blocks. She had just returned from a tutoring session with Fleamont.

Professor Binns hadn't been kidding. Fleamont was seriously in need of help with his studies. Well, at least he was better with History of Magic; now transfiguration was just horrible.

Fleamont wasn't dumb though, Eliot knew this. He was actually pretty smart, just... Lacking motivation was a way to put it.

Suddenly a voice snapped her out of her trance.

"Watch out!" A  familiar voice called a called out in alarm, before an unknown force slammed into her, knocking her off her off her feet. Though, Eliot found that the landing was strangely soft.

A groan of pain sounded from underneath her, causing Eliot to open her eyes. Eliot's eyes bulged when she saw that she was practically straddling the one and only Newt Scamander.

"We must really stop meeting like this," Newt groaned from underneath her. His curly hair was tousled and pushed to one side, and his face was so close that Eliot could clearly make out each freckle that speckled his cheeks.

Eliot immediately jumped off of Newt, her cheeks burning. "I am so so sorry!" She apologized rapidly. "I wasn't looking where I was going and-"

She was silenced when Newt raised a hand, the corner of his mouth tilting upwards. "It's alright Eliot, don't worry about. I was the one that slammed into you anyway."

The sound of Eliot's name coming out of his mouth was enough to make her heart melt like chocolate. "So um," she started awkwardly, "What were you running from anyway?"

"Oh, uh," Newt scratched the back of his head while a tiny blush blossomed on his cheeks. "I-"

"Scamander!" A furious voice bellowed, and the heavy stomping of boots were heard echoing down the hall.

Newt gulped and grabbed her hand instinctively. "That," he answered, before beginning to sprint down the hallway, tugging Eliot along with him.

Eliot ran wide-eyed, as she ran down the hallway alongside Newt, not even knowing what she was running from. "What in the name of Merlin's beard did you do?" Eliot exclaimed in horror as she glanced back at the bulky figure chasing them.

"Long story!" Newt proclaimed, before pushing down on her shoulder. "Duck!" he yelled as a green spell whizzed over her head and shattered a window. He then turned around, yelling "Stupify!" before turning back to Eliot with a grimace. "I believe I just made him even angrier."

"No," Eliot drawled sarcastically as she struggled to catch her breath. A small smile, almost invisible smile tugged at her lips; could it be that she was slowly gaining confidence around the curly haired Hufflepuff?

Eliot had no time to think as Newt have a hard tug on her hand, and she gave a surprised yelp as she was pulled onto a broom closet. Before she could say anything however, Newt's hand clamped itself down on her mouth while another wound itself around her waist to keep her from moving.

"Don't move," The familiar voice whisper yelled urgently from beside her. They were so close that their warm breath tickled the back of Eliot's neck, making her shiver slightly.

Eliot turned, only to see a pair of gleaming cerulean blue eyes staring back at her, only inches away. Her breath caught in her throat at the close proximity. Eliot couldn't help but admire his eyes; they were like endless blue pools of water, so deep and entrancing that you could be drowning in them and never notice until it was too late.

"Do you trust me?" Newt asked her urgently, as the footsteps began to come closer.

Eliot blinked. "Sure?"

The Hufflepuff boy smiled nervously at her, making her feel as if the entire butterfly population had just migrated into her stomach. Eliot discreetly touched the corners of her mouth to check if she was drooling.

Newt then pulled out a brown case from behind him, and Eliot eyed it curiously, wondering why she hadn't noticed it before. He set it down, before flipping open the latches, and giving her a pointed glance. "Follow my lead," he said, before opening the case and stepping in.

Yeah, that's right, Newt Scamander had just stepped inside his case.

Eliot just stood there staring at the open case before Newt's head poked out, making her yelp and bang her elbow on the door. She cursed as the footsteps began to approach at a more rapid pace.

Newt held out his hand to her with a pleading look in his blue eyes. "Eliot, please, I'm begging you."

The said girl closed her eyes and sighed, cursing Newt and his impossibly beautiful eyes. She took Newt's hand, before swiftly jumping into the case. Newt shut the lid just as the closet doors opened.