@nomajbaker // continuation of [this] post.
Newt let out a quiet laugh, reaching over and gingerly plucking the frog off of the gifts. It didn’t offer much resistance. After all, it wasn’t a real frog. He dropped it back in Jacob’s lap, overjoyed to see his friend so enthused. Pepper Imps, Fizzing Whizbees, Ice Mice; they were familiar to him. Magic though they may be, to Newt they were enchanted, not enchanting. After all, he had grown up with them all his life. But sharing them with someone new and awestruck by the slightest spell, he was able to capture a piece of that innocent wonder. And he loved it.
He grinned broadly—Jacob’s smiles were contagious— and shook his head. “No, not real. It’s just a spell, and they only have one good hop to them, so it shouldn’t escape now. I heard they recently added collectible cards for each one,” he added, gesturing to the container.
Thankfully, he had resisted the temptation to buy Sugar Mice. If eating an enchanted frog was reason enough for guilt, a mouse-shaped lump of sugar that moved and squeaked would be even worse.
“And there’s plenty more in the pile. I, ah. Wasn’t sure what you liked, so I brought a selection.”
