"Oh really?" Newt says, glancing from Chainsaw to the Niffler, and back again. The corners of his mouth twitch at the sound of disapproval in Ronan's voice, the sort of disapproval he knows too well from his many experiences with his Niffler. "Well, they'll get on right as rain, it sounds like. Or fight each other for gold, perhaps."
"A farmer?" He perks up at that, curious and delighted by the mention of such an occupation. "I grew up on a farm, myself. My mother breeds Hippogriffs, you see." Likely, his experience of farming differs drastically from Ronan's, but it's neat to see that have something in common, regardless.
"And part-time book associate, on top of that," he muses out loud, surprised by this second occupation. Ronan doesn't seem much like a bookish sort of person; he would have expected construction, or something else of that nature.
"Not much of one," Newt admits. "I've been working out at The Beanstalk, offering my services as a wizard to those who need it. I have to make a living to feed my creatures, and I have relatively no Muggle skills to speak of, so." He shrugs.
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Date: 2017-03-21 12:24 am (UTC)"A farmer?" He perks up at that, curious and delighted by the mention of such an occupation. "I grew up on a farm, myself. My mother breeds Hippogriffs, you see." Likely, his experience of farming differs drastically from Ronan's, but it's neat to see that have something in common, regardless.
"And part-time book associate, on top of that," he muses out loud, surprised by this second occupation. Ronan doesn't seem much like a bookish sort of person; he would have expected construction, or something else of that nature.
"Not much of one," Newt admits. "I've been working out at The Beanstalk, offering my services as a wizard to those who need it. I have to make a living to feed my creatures, and I have relatively no Muggle skills to speak of, so." He shrugs.