orion was spending the winter break at your house.

he could’ve stayed at hogwarts, but the ravenclaw seeker hadn’t wanted to be alone. so, naturally, you had invited him.

he hadn’t shared specifics about his family, but you knew it was bad enough. his mother was out of the picture, had been since he was born. and his father… you knew better than to mention him. each time someone else was talking about their dad, orion’s hazel eyes would go distant, and he’d remain withdrawn until the subject changed.

now the boy looked… peaceful, almost. sitting on the couch, curled up in front of the fireplace, a steaming mug in his hands and a content look on his face. the firelight caught on his honey blonde hair, and when he noticed you staring, he turned and arched a brow.

“what?” he mused, lips tugging up at the corners.