Oh Johanna. You are something else. Newt just shakes his head when she asks about the change of style--because he doesn't even know if that's a thing that girls do and even if it is who would he, of the once shoulder length blonde hair, be to tell her anything about it--and fixes up some of the uneven ends in the same spot, cutting them idly with the edge of the knife while she rapid fires questions at him again. Newt's ever patient, and though he does kind of want to ask what the point of this is, he keeps it to himself, and hums thoughtfully.

"Every now and then. Boys in the glade needed a cut, everyone else thought they'd get their ears cut off if it wasn't me who did it. 's why I kept mine long for so long." The ear thing was probably true, because Alby was known to have little patience for klunkheadedness, and Newt adored him but he was still not letting him anywhere near his head with a knife. Leaning back a little to look at her to see if the sides are even, he shrugs. "The short suits you better. Even lookin' like this. Want me to do the back too?"