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Inferno
It was easy to discern a lie from him; he had this tell where he touched his neck every time a lie passed his lips. What Newt didn't understand was how Harry could possibly be lying about how nice he looked in his work uniform when there was a fire currently ablaze in their kitchen.
Newt knew he was a walking disaster in the hot dog suit that made him look like the world's biggest chew toy for dogs. But he told himself that every morning when he climbed into the catastrophe for work. Harry didn't need to lie to him, especially when it was blatantly obvious he was indeed a Halloween costume for wiener dogs. It was a bit insulting, really. Newt could admit that he was rather handsome, but nobody in the entire universe, dead or alive, could make this costume look anything other than horrendous. But there were more pressing matters at hand.
Like the fact that their kitchen was on fire.
"Um, Harry," Newt cut off his nervous ramblings, "would you mind telling me why there's a fire in our kitchen?"
"Oh, that?" Harry shrugged dismissively. "Don't worry, I've got it all under control."
"Right," Newt said slowly, glancing at the roaring inferno gorging itself on the wooden cabinets like Thomas with hamburgers on a Friday afternoon. He didn't hesitate in grabbing Harry's hand and dragging the protesting boy out of the dorm room.
"Go pull the fire alarm," Newt instructed, pulling out his phone, deft fingers dancing across the screen.