It's not been long since another event has left Newt's friends hurt and hurting. He's not sure how long he'll keep up watching the hallways, worried about what might come next, but for now he's not really capable of sleep as it is, so roaming feels at least productive.

Roaming with the tip of his wand lit up, using it to illuminate his way without waking others or causing a disturbance.

Careful steps, mostly so that the pyjak following at his heels could stay close without feeling the need to scurry up Newt's back. He was getting a bit large for that and so encouraging him to stay on the ground, or light fixtures, was the newest part of training.

Not that he's considering where the pyjak is when he comes around the corner, suddenly realizing they weren't alone.

"Oh. My. Hello there. So sorry about that," he says, lowering the wand in case it's too bright for the other person's eyes.