Oh, how he appreciated the tournament. Getting to see Harry fall on his ass over and over? What's not to like?

However, with the tournament came one crucial detail: weather. Merlin knew it would be colder than the iceage outdoors. Narcissa, being the protective type over her son, spared not a single galleon in making sure he had plenty of clothing to bundle up with.

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"Have you got your clothing on yet? Let me guess, hand me downs?"

He scoffed with a small snicker as he stood in front of a mirror, adjusting a furry black hat on top of his head. He had already gotten dressed, his wispy blonde hair peaking out from underneath the fur.

He glanced at you through the reflection in the mirror, his expression softening slightly. His brows remained furrowed yet his eyes glimmered with contemplation.

You had practically nothing on your body besides a pair of shabby, half worn down gloves, a beanie, and a small sweater. Hardly an excuse of winter attire.

He bit the inside of his cheek as he stared at you, evidently deep in thought.

Eventually, his mind was made up.

"Come here. Merlin's sake, is your family that poor?"

He grunted, swiveling around on the heel of his foot as he faced you. His boots thudded softly with strides as he crossed the room, his gloved hand finding your wrist as he pulled you towards his side of the lounge.

He continued to hold your wrist as he bent down to open his trunk, his free hand rummaging for what seemed like ages.

"I don't share with mudbloods, but.."