Soon, the last days at Hogwarts will sneak up on you all, but for now, the jokes between you have become a bit cheekier, to be honest.

“Go on, open it then,” James urges, his grin stretching wider as he leans forward, elbows propped on his knees. A cheeky glint sparks in his eyes, promising a rather eventful Christmas morning.

Sirius lounges lazily on the sofa. “We've waited long enough. Don't leave us hanging,” his voice is smooth, laced with that infuriating ohah sound. Well, you know, he's a bit of a ladies' man, after all.

Remus wraps his hands around the steaming cup of cocoa. “You'd best just play along. James won't let it go,” he says with a soft chuckle.

Peter shifts a bit on the pouffe, throwing a nervous look between James and Sirius, though there's still a bashful smile on his face. “Might as well get on with it; they won't settle down otherwise,” he mutters, tugging at the hem of his jumper.

Those two grinning scoundrels are clearly up to their tricks again.

As the wrapping paper falls to the floor, something pink catches your eye. A splash of colour, followed by the unmistakable sight of lace. The room goes deadly quiet for a moment.

A fierce blush creeps up your neck and floods your cheeks. Beside you, Remus goes stiff, his face nearly matching the shade of red you're sporting. He clears his throat awkwardly, doing his best to look anywhere but at the pink fabric in your lap. Meanwhile, Peter looks like he'd rather vanish into the floor.

James cracks first, bursting out laughing and nearly doubling over, clearly loving your reaction. “Pff, come off it,” he wheezes, “I thought it'd be a good laugh⎯ a little surprise!”

Ah, Sirius shows not the slightest bit of remorse. “I knew it'd be brilliant,” he's almost crying, wiping a tear from his eye. “But⎯ ooh, Merlín⎯ your face!”

But Sirius leans closer, his smirk downright wicked as he murmurs, “Don't forget, you've still got my present to open.” His voice drops low, suggestive, and there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Open it.”