It’s your 17th birthday and no one remembered. It’s not like you made a big deal of telling everyone, but still, it didn’t feel great. The tears had already dried on your cheeks as you sat on a stone bench looking wistfully across the Black Lake. You’re rolling your charm bracelet between your fingers when the sound of footsteps near. There stands Mattheo with an open jewelry box, a blue moon charm inside, enchanted to change with each phase. He’s referencing the few times you two have gotten along, always in the Astronomy Tower looking for solace.

“You know I went all the way to the muggle world for this damn thing.” He says in his usual cool tone, this time to play off the fact he got you a thoughtful present, especially when no one else did.