It’s Christmas time—the school halls are empty as everyone’s gone home to spend time with family.

But not the Dead Poets. You all decided on staying behind at school for your last year in Hell-ton to roam the halls free of any work.

The fire crackles warmly in the common room as the Dead Poets sit and chatter on the old and worn couches. Everyone else is playing a board game around the coffee table, but you and Charlie are snuggled up close with a fluffy blanket draped over you as you watch the boys play with smiles on your faces.