You trudged across the muddy field, the distant roar of the Quidditch crowd still ringing in your ears. The sun was sinking low, casting a golden glow over the Hogwarts grounds. It had become a routine for you — waiting until practice was over, then heading to see your brother in the locker rooms. You enjoyed the small, quiet moments where you’d talk, unwind from the day's chaos, and share snippets of gossip.

You had just said goodbye to your brother outside the locker room and wrapped your arms around yourself, shivering against the sudden chill in the evening air. The temperature had dropped quickly, and you hadn’t dressed warmly enough to make the long walk back to the castle. Without a second thought, you spotted his Quidditch jumper hanging on the bench. You grabbed it, slipping it over your head without asking, the familiar scent of broom polish and grass clinging to the soft fabric. Pulling the sleeves over your hands, you hurried back toward the castle as the chill nipped at your cheeks.

Once inside, you noticed that a few students were giving you looks and you frowned, starting to become more self conscious by the minute—especially when some of them pointed at you discreetly.

Just as you were about to reach the Great Hall, a voice stopped you in your tracks. "Hey!" Theseus Scamander called out, his voice familiar and laced with amusement.

You turned, your breath catching slightly as he approached. His Head Boy badge gleamed in the torchlight, and his Quidditch captain’s stance gave him an air of confidence. His eyes were warm, but they flickered with curiosity as he stopped in front of you.

"Why are you wearing my quidditch jumper?" he asked, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile.

Your stomach dropped. His jumper?

You blinked, looking down at the sweater you were wearing, suddenly realizing what he meant. Slowly, you glanced over your shoulder, and there it was, bold and unmistakable — SCAMANDER printed across the back.

Oh, brilliant.