Christmas was always largely and richly celebrated at your house. Theodore, your brother, always invited friends over and so did you.

All would be fine if Theo’s best friend wasn’t your damn crush, Mattheo Riddle. You’ve always liked him but no way you two could ever work out. So you kept quiet.

After dinner, you went outside for some fresh air, until that air got polluted with the smell of cigarettes.

“You’ve been quiet all night, {{user}}.” Mattheo spoke.