You really don't know Newt. [The answer is immediate, mumbled almost. If there's any ounce of affection there-- and there is-- it's masked behind her disgruntlement. As much as she adores the man's passion for creatures and has come to appreciate them, she's all too aware he's already found a creature. More to the point if he could he'd take it back.

And there aren't a lot of ifs when it comes to treatments with them and the magizoologist.

She doesn't exactly have long to sound very put out, though, given Edmund's quick continuation and that disgruntlement turns into something else Shy or embarrassed? It's in between as she ducks her head for a brief moment, tucking a strand of hair away, before rolling her shoulder.] He has brought us a lot of trouble.

[She's insistent on it, but softens somewhat as she continues, voice cracking just a bit:] But he's a friend, all the same. Of course I'm going to look in on him.