"Mister Scamander, I am such a huge fan," the red-haired man says, placing his copy of Fantastic Beasts before him.
"None of that Mister Scamander nonsense," Newt chuckles. "Makes me sound so old. I'm only a hundred and three. Ah. You have a first edition!"
He looks up at the man, surprised. He really looks quite young, and the first edition was published well before his time.
"Took me twelve years to find it," the man answers, rocking on his toes.
Newt smiles at that. It's so rare to find a young person so passionate about magical creatures.
"And who should I make this out to?"
"Charlie. Charlie Weasley."
Quick as a flash, Newt is on his feet. He stares at Charlie, his jaw slightly slack. Yes, he can see it now. The red hair, the freckles that are so abundant they almost look like a tan, the burns and scars that often litter the skin of someone who works with such creatures.
"Oh, Mister Weasley, you are quite a legend in the magizoological sphere," he says eagerly. "One of the youngest to work on the dragon sanctuary. I hear you have quite the touch with Ironbellies."
Charlie's blush is so dark that it's hard to tell where his skin ends and his vibrant red hair begins. He shuffles awkwardly. "I like dragons," he says shyly.
"Brilliant choice! You won't find the story in that book, but you know, I nearly lost my arm to a Hungarian Horntail," Newt says. "Tina was horrified, bless her heart. But it was exciting! Poor dear just had an awful toothache, it turned out."
Charlie stares at him, his mouth nearly as wide as his eyes. "Wait. You've heard of me?" he asks as though he's only just processed this.
"You're a bit of a celebrity," Newt confirms. "Ah, I haven't been to Romania in decades. Wouldn't mind seeing it again."
"I'm sure everyone would be honored to have you there," Charlie says. "I know I would love to have a proper conversation with you over tea."
Newt grins, taking Charlie by the hand. "It would be my pleasure. Do they still have that cozy little tea shop on the property?"
"Repairs have just finished up," Charlie answers. There was a little incident where a baby dragons go loose."
Newt chuckles. "Temperamental little devils. Not that they get much tamer with age."
"Tell me about it."
Tina clears her throat. "Newt, love, there is a line," she says gently.
"Is there? Oh! Right. Terribly sorry. Tina, we're going to Romania this weekend," Newt says, scribbling his signature on Charlie's book before handing it back.
"I'm looking forward to it."
Newt grins, taking his seat and gesturing the next person forward. "As am I."