Theseus Scamander was one tough cookie to crack.

He seemed very... harsh at first, but over time, he seemed to let his guard down around her. It wasn’t easy, and, as a chronic people pleaser, it hurt her ego, just a little.

It started with morning greetings, doing what he had asked quickly, and smiling way too much around him.

And, as his assistant, she was around him a lot.

As time went by, she slowly learned about what he did during the day, approximate times when he preferred his coffees, lunch breaks, etcetera, and in doing so, wormed herself into his heart.

He had requested a stack of papers that he left in a board room earlier this morning. When she arrived back with them, holding them under one arm and holding a warm cup of coffee in the other, he grinned at her.

“Thank you, angel, I really appreciate it.” He takes the coffee first, placing it on his desk carefully, then takes the papers she hands him.

His desk was messy, yet had some sort of organizational system that only Theseus could understand. He sips from the mug, his eyes widening as he tastes the brew.

It had taken her ages to perfect his coffees, to figure out what he liked and didn’t, but when she did, it was worth it, because of the hefty pay rise she was given.

This mug, however, was some new beans–the muggle kind–and as someone who didn’t like coffee, she thought it spelt pretty good.

“Wow,” he breathes, “how’d you even get this?”