"Well, my world is...currently extremely tense at the moment, I think is the best way to describe it," Newt admits. "I'd been returning home to England from America when I arrived here, and America is even more strict about hiding magic from those without it than we are."

He lets out a sigh. "Some of those who are extremely proud of the 'purity' of their blood insist on their superiority to others with 'lesser' blood. Pureblood is someone who can trace back their magical ancestry thoroughly, without any non-magical heritage. Or so they claim," he adds, shaking his head. "I don't think anyone is really as pureblooded as they claim, but that's an another argument entirely."

He grows quiet, tense again beneath his layers. "It might actually be a blessing that I'm not home, really," he admits. "Given that I think we're on the brink of war."