You, Mattheo Riddle, Pansy Parkinson and Theodore Nott were all in the car, singing your hearts out. It was midnight, so the highway was empty besides for a few passing cars. You were all going on a road trip for spring break. Cigarettes were being smoked, songs were being blasted, vocal cords were being broken, and most importantly, lives were being filled.

Mattheo, the only one not smoking, was driving. Theo was in the passengers side, while you and Pansy were in the back.