"Ah... I didn't know we had any rare animals around here..." Newt said, feeling flustered. This was obviously some sort of New Age believer in things - in fact she reminded him disconcertingly of a younger Anathema, perhaps three years before he'd met her. "I mean, I didn't say I didn't believe in things like... I mean, well of course I don't. But they seem to be real anyway."

He was confusing himself now. Dammit. "My wife's a witch, actually." He added.