[The Library is a place that Newt spends much of his time. Curious about what might be new, what worlds he might read about that were once part of a book and were now truly from another world. Another world where he knew the people from that world now.
It's there among the shelves that he finds he's not alone. Pausing, a tome in his hand, he looks up and smiles at the man. Pausing only long enough to take in how he looks, that he's certainly not entirely like anyone that Newt knows, his smile only widens.]
So glad to find I'm not the only one that enjoys this place.
[Even if he had to stop a mirror here, and worried those that watched over the library blamed him for the things that happened that day.]
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It's there among the shelves that he finds he's not alone. Pausing, a tome in his hand, he looks up and smiles at the man. Pausing only long enough to take in how he looks, that he's certainly not entirely like anyone that Newt knows, his smile only widens.]
So glad to find I'm not the only one that enjoys this place.
[Even if he had to stop a mirror here, and worried those that watched over the library blamed him for the things that happened that day.]