Hovering near panic, trying to focus but finding it hard to open my eyes. My heart was pounding. I couldn’t get enough air, and I couldn’t find the desire to push her away

Okay, you drive," she said. "I'll sit with m head hanging out of the window like a golden retriever.

Rachel, my itchy witch," Al said as he tugged the lace at his cuffs. "We've talked about this. You simply must stop collecting nasty little men. How many do you really need, love?

You!” she said, stepping forward with a vehement expression and her finger pointed. Heart pounding, I pressed into Al. Funny how he seemed so much safer now. (Newt, Rachel and Al)

Making a spell is easy. It's trusting you did it right that's hard.

But I knew Nick. He was too ugly to die.

I didn’t mean now,” he protested. “I’m not going to raise the child. I’m having enough trouble with Rachel.