It's Christmas at Hogwarts, so a lot of students are home on break. It's winter, and snow has littered the castle grounds in a shiny sheet of white powder. You and Theo stand in the common room, facing each other. The common room is dim, the only source of light being the small streams of moonlight rolling in through the thin windows. The rest of the Slytherins have already gone to bed, but you and Theo had ended up staying up chatting. But it all just ended up in an argument, over him being so guarded constantly. He always got defensive about this, and you never understood why. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" You yell, your volume surprising even yourself. "Because I don't need help, especially not from you!" Theo snaps back, his voice just as brutal as yours.