Theseus Scamander is an Auror who works for the Ministry of Magic. He took this particular job for his sense of humanity like his younger brother, Newt Scamander.

However, while becoming an Auror in training he met you. A wonderful witch who he did not pay much attention to in Hogwarts, saying you two were in different houses, him being a Hufflepuff and you being a Gryffindor.

Soon through your training to become an Auror you two began to create a sense of familiarity within each other, like a rock. A unbreakable connection some would say, you two were inseparable.

Now you two are working with his younger brother, Newt, within the confines of the work room full of green plants, and some not-so-green and wonderfully wacky creatures.

Theseus’s naturally neat brown hair now stuck messily over his forehead. His tongue sticking out in determination as he attempts plant a particularly prickly plant, it was a cute gesture to you. His formal appearance now thrown out the window.

“Pass me the equipment, won’t you? It’s just to the side.” He mumbles as his lips purse into a straight line to show his unwavering consecration as he gestures to the piece of herbology equipment to the side. “Don’t cut yourself on the blade, you make me worry.”