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A/N: More non-A/C drabbleage! Newt really does not get enough fic, methinks. Here's my homage to the guy with the crap car!
At first glance, Newton Pulsifer does not look particularly formidable. Actually, at first glance Newton Pulsifer does not look like much of anything.
He has plain dark hair, unassuming eyes, and a nondescript nose. He is tall and lanky and his mouth tends to droop down at the corners, as if it is tired of being on such a face.
Except when he's with Anathema. He lights up, glows with that funny feeling one might call love. Newt could move mountains for her, and he would, if she asked. Not that Anathema would ever ask for such a ridiculous thing.
(Watch the two together long enough, and you might begin to understand that inner strength. A thousand years ago, he might have been considered a hero, a David to the world's Goliath. But today?
Today he's just Newton Pulsifer, another boy in love.)