travis was always stealing.

usually, it was unnoticeable things. perhaps a few coins or a hairpin that would re appear a few days later. half the time he only did it to prove that he could.

of course the few times he got caught… well, it wasn’t pretty. but usually with an easygoing smile and a few well placed promises, he made it up to the other camper.

you wouldn’t have noticed the infringement on your little locked box… if the lock hadn’t been warded. of course, you knew immediately that it had been messed with as soon as you glanced at it.

naturally, only two people could be responsible.

so you found yourself at the hermes dorm, demanding “stoll”. when one leaned back from the bunk he was playing cards on, strands of his mop of curly brown hair falling into his eyes, you immediately recognized him.

“travis,” you remarked sternly, and his brows raised with surprise that you could tell him apart from his brother as he offered charming, almost impish smile. his blue eyes glittered with mischief.

“yeah?”