Eliot gave a cry of alarm as she tumbled down the stairs, each stair bruising a different part of her body before she elegantly face planted into wooden floor. Too sore to stand, Eliot rolled over slightly, groaning and rubbing the sore bruises on her body.

She heard a slight chuckle from the top of the stairs and footsteps until two boots entered her vision.

Newt glanced down at her in amusement. "Are you alright?" He held a hand out to her to help her up.

"Fine," she grumbled, ignoring his hand. Wow, what was with this sudden confidence? Who knew, maybe Fleamont was rubbing off on her.

Newt awkwardly dropped his hand before looking at the ground. "So, uh, you're probably wondering where you are, huh?"

Eliot nodded, whilst in her her surroundings. Wooden shelves lined the walls, topped with plants of all sorts. They seemed to be in a wooden cabin.

Suddenly a rustle behind a desk caught Eliot's attention, and Newt was immediately on guard also. Eliot watched in anticipation as he slowly approached the desk, before quickly pulling it back, his wand poised.

Only to see the niffler, lounging in a pile of jewellery and gold coins. It looked up at Newt lazily as if to say: go-steal-your-own-pile-of-gold.

"Really?" Newt sighed in exasperation, giving it a disapproving look and shaking his head. Eliot found it hard to suppress a smile for some odd reason.

The niffler spread its arms out protectively over its stash of gold, glaring slightly at Newt.

The said boy slapped his forehead, before throwing up his his arms in exasperation. "I give up!"

Eliot giggled slightly at the scene. "So, this is where you keep the little bugger?"

"Yeah," Newt admitted, scratching the back of his neck. "This is kind of where I spend my free time."

Eliot eyed the array of plants and substances sitting on the wooden shelves in amazement. "How did you do it? It would take a very advanced expansion charm to actually be able to live in your suitcase!"

A blush blossomed on Newt's cheeks as Eliot explored the cabin. Then she suddenly turned towards him, her eyebrows furrowed. "What do you even do in here, anyway?"

"Well..when I graduate from Hogwarts..." Newt started, unable to make eye contact. Eliot have him a look to say 'go on'. "I... Okay, this'll probably sound stupid," he trailed off, nervously fiddling with the ends of his tie.

Newt looked up suddenly in surprise at Eliot's sudden laugh, making him stare at her in confusion. When she finally stopped, she looked at him in amusement. "Newt, you should know that I'd gladly listen to anything you'd have to say; stupid or not." Eliot's eyes soon widened after she realized what she had said. "Um... I mean, uh," she stammered, before slowly lowering her head in embarrassment in hopes of sinking into the ground and disappearing. Her cheeks felt as if they were flowing with lava instead of blood.

Suddenly a hand grazed her cheek, and she looked up in surprise, only to see that Newt was now standing in front of her. She stared up at him in awe as his fingers moved from her cheek to her lips, gently tracing the outline. His eyes pooled with an unidentifiable emotion, making her unable to move from her position. Or, maybe she just didn't want to.

Eliot watched with intensity as his thumb rested on her lower lip, before slowly tracing down to her chin. Eliot tried to look down in embarrassment, but Newt's index finger gently pushed her chin back up; forcing her to face him.

Was it getting hot in here? Eliot didn't know, she didn't know anything anymore. The world faded away as she focused her eyes on him; his ocean blue eyes, his freckled cheeks, his slightly parted lips. Eliot suddenly had the strong urge to kiss him.

She exhaled and shivered in delight, closing her eyes. And as her warm breath hit Newt's lips, his eyes suddenly snapped open. Quick as lightning, he immediately retracted his hand, and suddenly he was on the other side of the room.

Eliot blinked in confusion, a feeling of disappointment pooling in her chest. She didn't understand, was she not good enough?

"I-I'm sorry," Newt stammered, not meeting her eyes. "T-This was a mistake."

This was a mistake. He might as well just slapped her right across the face. The words lingered in the air, taunting her, mocking her. Eliot already knew this boy was too good for her, but it still hurt to actually be told to her face. She felt the pressure of embarrassment weigh down her chest. And here she thought she actually stood a chance with Newt. For a Ravenclaw, Eliot felt remarkably stupid.

"I.. I have to go," Eliot stammered, keeping her head down. She refused to be seen vulnerable like this any longer.

And Newt didn't even stop her as she stormed up the stairs and out the case.