Nobody had ever – made him something. Nobody had ever really spent time with him.
This Christmas, it seemed, was chock-full of surprises.
He opened the box; garish with owls chasing each other on it, the tag reading "For Scorpius, From Friends", expecting something that would explode in his face or such.
But nothing exploded, and even after "Specialis Revealio" revealed...well, nothing special, he was slightly suspicious of it.
He touched the blue material within. It was soft. Woolly. He pulled it out; across the front there was a large silver "S" -- for Scorpius, he supposed. It was a – sweater? What? ...What? He was baffled.
He pulled the sweater on; when he unfolded it, there was another slip of a note. "Thanks for saving my life," it reads in very neat handwriting, and then its signature, in cursive (quite neat cursive, too, notes Scorpius) "~Rose".
The sweater fits perfectly.