The halls are full. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is deep into their first semester of the new year. Students hustle and bustle to and from class, each intent on just getting through the next day, the next hour, the next class period, all while dreaming of the weekend.

Well, except for one.

Theseus Scamander. Eldest son of the Scamander family. A 7th year in Hufflepuff. The Head Boy complete with the title and a shiny badge, both of which have inflated his ego beyond repair.

He stalks the halls, both eyes out for rules being broken, classes being skipped and pranks being pulled. All while maintaining his perfect attendance and excellent marks.

Currently, he's heading for a class, books tucked under his arm and glasses perched on his nose. Having just stopped a prank with dung pellets, he's feeling pretty happy with himself. His shoes, shined to perfection just this morning, click against the stone floor as he moves through the halls.