Now, Newt couldn’t say he was particularly prone towards using crude language when faced with surprising circumstances (his very choice of profession necessitated a quick and controlled reaction to unexpected things) however, some things seemed capable of doing just that to him.
One such example would be now; staring at the face of one Percival Graves, formerly a victim of Gellert Grindelwald’s mad desire for a magical war (and truly, Newt had no desire to ever explain to anyone the extent of his history with the Dark wizard, for there was not a soul alive - save his own family - who could possibly understand the way Newt’s first thought when Gellert’s identity was revealed was ‘cousin Gel!’) who now happened to be one of the most powerful wizards in America by virtue of both his position and magical prowess.
In this case, Newt found his mind shockingly incapable of formulating sentences with which to speak to the man who, only hours previous, had been fucking him against an alley wall outside a Muggle speakeasy with a near reckless abandon.
Indeed, the first and foremost thought that popped into Newt’s head, and remained playing on a loud loop, was both crude and an expedient summary of his feelings on the matter:
‘Oh shit.’
