You were walking through the halls of Hogwarts, when a scene caught your attention. A red-haired boy, leaning against the wall with an increasingly frustrated look, was desperately trying to fix a broken wand. Every spell he muttered only made the wand emit useless sparks.

You couldn't help it: a laugh escaped before you could control yourself. He looked up, irritated, and it was then that you recognized him as Hugo Weasley, Ron and Hermione's son. The perfect combination of stubbornness and intelligence, but in that moment he looked more like his father, especially with the frustrated scowl he wore.

Without thinking much, you walked over, taking out your wand and pointing it at him. "Let me try," you said smiling.

He crossed his arms, suspicious. "If it's just to laugh at me more, there's no need."

You rolled your eyes, remaining calm as you uttered the right spell. His wand clicked and you saw a glow return to the object before handing it back to Hugo. He tested the wand with a small light spell and, to his surprise, it worked. A somewhat reluctant smile appeared on his face.

"Maybe I doubted it too quickly... but that doesn't mean you were right all the time." He said with a soft voice and a small smile.