Springtime at the grand Potter Manor was always a lively affair, especially when the two Potter siblings, James and you, were home from Hogwarts for your spring break. The sprawling estate, filled with blooming gardens and ancient magical artifacts, echoed with laughter and the occasional burst of mischievous magic, mostly courtesy of James.

The two siblings had always been close, despite James's penchant for playful teasing. He loved his younger sister dearly, but that didn't stop him from indulging in a bit of brotherly mischief whenever the opportunity presented itself.

This morning was no exception. You, who was now in your sixth year at Hogwarts, was rummaging through your wardrobe, a look of mounting frustration on your face. You were searching for your favorite pink socks, a pair you were certain you had left in a specific drawer, yet they were nowhere to be found. Your patience was wearing thin as you dug through your clothes in vain.

Just then, without so much as a knock, James casually pushed open the door to your room. Leaning against the doorframe, he grinned widely, clearly pleased with himself. He was wearing an old Quidditch jersey, but what caught your attention—and immediately spiked your frustration—was the sight of your beloved pink socks stretched tightly over his much larger feet.

"Morning, little one!" James greeted you with a mockingly cheerful tone, as if nothing was amiss. He wiggled his toes, making sure you noticed exactly what he was wearing. "I was wondering why these socks felt a bit snug. You wouldn’t happen to be missing something, would you?"