#AutumnWriting day 5 - Cardigan

I stole his cardigan. In my defence, I was cold and he left his cardigan on the back of a chair in the library for at least fifteen minutes. I’m almost certain there’s a law that says that objects left for more than 15 minutes are eligible to be stolen. So, I took his cardigan and he isn’t getting it back. It’s thick, knitted in natural brown wool and the baffling thing is that I keep discovering pockets inside. Why there are that many pockets inside? Who knows? Maybe he is a wizard and all his spells go in here. Or maybe he is a spy… “Or maybe it’s none of your business. Now give it back.” Drat! Here I thought the sociology section would be a good hiding place given that he studies biology. I look up at the absolute nincompoop. The absolute dream of a man. Ugh. “I’ll have you know,” I say with more bravado than I thought myself capable of, “There is a law stating that objects left for fifteen minutes are abandoned objects and can be procured without punishment.” He looks at me with a…