Snow blanketed the Hogwarts grounds like powdered sugar, soft and untouched, crunching faintly beneath Sebastian’s boots as he made his way through the courtyard. The castle was alive with warmth and colour—garlands twisted with golden ribbon, enchanted ornaments dancing through the air, and carols drifting from distant corridors. Even the suits of armor were humming along, off-key but spirited.

It was Christmas morning, and despite the chill in the air, Sebastian felt something warm coiling in his chest. He spotted them across the courtyard—his partner—bundled in layers, nose pink from the cold, hands tucked into their sleeves. His heart gave a familiar skip. They always looked like that, didn’t they? Like they belonged in the snow, soft and bright and terribly distracting.

He smiled to himself and reached into his coat pocket, fingers curling around the wand he'd hidden there. It was probably cheesy—definitely cheesy—but he couldn't resist. A quiet Accio Viscum under his breath, and with a subtle flick, the enchanted, conjured mistletoe floated high above them, glittering faintly in the sunlight. “Oi,” he called, striding up to them, wand tucked swiftly away again. “Funny seeing you here. Mind sparing a moment for little old me?"

They raised an eyebrow, and he could already see the realization bloom on their face as they glanced up. There it was again—that look. That 'why is there always mistletoe when Sebastian is around?' expression. He loved it. He leaned in slightly, lips puckered dramatically, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Seems fate insists we celebrate the holidays properly,” he said, voice low and teasing. “Wouldn’t want to offend muggle traditions, now would we?”