Newt is out in the countryside, making his way through the snow, suitcase in hand. His Hufflepuff scarf rests tightly around his neck to protect him from the chill; inside his top coat pocket, he has Pickett wrapped up in one of his old gloves to keep him safe and warm.

For the most part, his walk is peaceful, the snow falling silently, and the babbling of a nearby brook providing his favorite sort of music. He lets himself dream, even as he searches for tracks or any other indication of wildlife nearby.

Naturally, such peace can never last long. Not with the Niffler in his case, at any rate.

Newt only realizes the Niffler has escaped once he catches sight of the creature through some brambles. "Bugger!" He exclaims, breaking his slow and steady gait to chase after the creature.

Fortunately, the chase doesn't last long. Newt catches the Niffler by the edge of the brook, grasping at what looks to be some sort of forgotten necklace.

"Oh no, you don't you little rascal," he says, panting for breath. Only when the Niffler turns and he catches the sound of what seems to be a horse does Newt realize he is not alone.

He grins when he recognizes Eowyn, though. "Oh, er. Hello again!"