The common room is dim, the flickering flames casting soft shadows across velvet chairs. Silence fills the space, heavy and thick. You sit curled in the corner, a blanket pulled tightly around your shoulders, lost in thought.

"I miss Theo and Mattheo," you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Draco sits near you, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. His voice is quiet but steady. "They’re in a better place."

"I know..." You bite your lip, trying to hold yourself together. "I just miss them."

The fire crackles, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

"They’re probably the best people up there," Blaise says from the couch. His voice is smooth but solemn.

"I hope..." your voice falters, trailing off into the stillness.

A sudden memory flashes through your mind—Theo’s infectious laughter mingling with Mattheo’s playful jabs. Their presence always felt bright, like stars in a dark sky. Without thinking, a song echoes in your heart.

Shine bright like a diamond.

The words swirl around you, tugging at your soul. They were diamonds, weren't they? Precious, brilliant, leaving a glow behind even in their absence. You know it, deep down—Theo and Mattheo were the best, always shining even when the world dimmed.

The room remains quiet, but something feels softer now. Draco glances at you, reading your thoughts without speaking. Blaise offers a rare smile, fleeting but warm. Somehow, you feel them—Theo and Mattheo—still bright, still radiant, in your heart.