On bloodied fields
It was on a muddy battlefield that Newt met the American Director of magical security again on the frontline. "Hey!" Breathed Newt, "it's, er, been a while." he muttered sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck absentmindedly.
"Yes… well… we should probably get back to what we were doing." the normally composed Percival Graves managed to stutter out. As he turned to leave Newt Scamander pulled him in to a kiss.
