Re: coffeeshop: ren solitaire & newt penhaligon
"Yes, I know," Newt returned dryly, enough of a smile on his lips to tell, hopefully, that he was teasing. His humor, likely due, in part, to his Englishness, was misunderstood quite often. It was rather soft, if not entirely careful, and it was a glint in nigh-yellow eyes that flickered to meet Ren's. Newt let his gaze trickle downward as he was given that look-over, and he followed the large swath of fabric that made up the collar of Ren's dark shirt. When most met Newt, they found him annoying or odd. Everything about him was just slightly offset and it seemed to offer up only confusion. For his part, he didn't feel much anxiety about this. While he wasn't wholly comfortable in the close space of the coffee shop, he wasn't crawling out of his skin either.
His eyes followed Ren's hands as they moved, but he was listening. "Perhaps Assam, if you have it." Newt continued to watch Ren work, rather than meet his eye as he, Ren, spoke, with only occasional glances upward, quick as silver. "It's a hodgepodge." The types of magic used. Charms, jinxes, transfiguration. "But, I've done it a number of times now. I'm sure I'll be able to do most of what you'd like." Newt looked upward, once more through fringe. He didn't offer anything to fill in the silences that were natural to conversation, or even those that felt awkward to most. To him, they were all rather alike.