Newt found space for herself on the balcony, sandwiched somewhere between Toad and Frog  with her head shoved through the railing. From up high, she had a perfect view of the bright, swirling, sharp smelling, earsplitting, chaos below.

Though though the revelry below looked fun (or at least the people below seemed happy), Newt decided pretty quickly that parties were better enjoyed from the balcony. Too loud. Too many people. More to learn by sitting back and observing. Even if she wasn't always sure yet what she was looking at, it was still educational.

Tail wagging in a subdued arc, Newt drank in the revelry with wide eyes and a focused expression.