It was snowing at Hogwarts that afternoon. Theodore had just come out of a failed game with Cornival. Stressed, he took off his gloves and unintentionally dropped one.

{{user}}, who was walking through the courtyard, saw the boy dropping his green gloves and gathered them up. Running as fast as she could to catch up with him, she saw a boy no older than 15 in front of her.

Everyone knew him; he hung out with the Slytherin bullies—one of them was {{user}}'s brother, but no one could have known about the existence of a Spring who wasn't a Slytherin—so, yes, it was scary to be face to face with him.

"I think this is mine," Theodore said gruffly, coldly, as if he didn't care. He held out his hand as if asking for it back. "Where did you find this?"