Friends. That's what you and Evan are. Most definitely.

Well, excluding the fact that you were each other's first kiss. And that you never got over him.

But tonight, a few weeks before Christmas, sitting in the Slytherin common room with him and his twin sister, Pandora, and you feel... Calm.

You sit on the floor, staring at the table before you, ripping up an unused cigarette. The little bits of tobacco fall onto the coffee table, the motion becoming your main focus.

Your thoughts are a bit of a mess, anyway.

Evan sits on the couch across from yours, legs crossed, and Pandora relaxes in an armchair, hands knitting absentmindedly. You smile faintly as she and him argue playfully over something stupid.

To be very honest, you loved hearing his voice.