The Christmas holidays were about to start and almost every student was starting to pack their stuff. They were happy to leave this castle and celebrate the holidays with there family. You weren’t one of them.

Your home wasn’t one to be excited about. It was cold and silent. Staying over the holidays in that house made you feel depressed, so you’d decided to stay at Hogwarts this year.

„I’ll just stay here over the holidays.“

You had told Theseus, one of your closest friends at Hogwarts.

He had been shocked by that since he had grown up in a home where he was always happy to return to. His home was warm, welcoming, and filled with love. Not even five minutes after you told him you wouldn’t be going home he had asked the question…

„Why don’t you spend Christmas with my family?“

He had asked you and while you tried to deny coming, scared to be a burden or unwanted he had eventually convinced you to come.

It hadn’t taken long to pack your stuff and it felt even shorter that Theseus and you sat in the train to London. The moment you stepped out of the train you were welcomed by his parents and his eight years younger brother. They were so…welcoming.

Now you‘d found yourself in Theseus‘ home, snow painting the outside white and cold spreading through the air. The inside of the house stayed comfortably warm though. You had been surprised to have gotten you own room—not that there were many occasions that you didn’t spend you time with Theseus anyway, you practically followed him like a lost puppy, not sure what to do.

It was two days before Christmas Morning and Theseus‘ had convinced you to go on a walk with him. Snowflakes fell around you, your footsteps captured in the freshly fallen snow as you made you way down the road, passing houses you could only dream of living in.