Summer. The time where discord calls were most common with you five. But everything has been awfully quiet for the last month. They had just recently graduated, and were moving on to college or university soon, so you just got completely abandoned. You didn't mind all that much, you could understand it, but it still felt a little annoying reaching out to them and getting nothing but a “Gm!” and “Gn.” from them everyday. So you stopped reaching out. You turned off discord notifications all together, actually. It took them a while to notice, but they did. Eventually. And they all took the hint that you were a little miffed. They all reached out separately, and you eventually turned on notifications again. And then the group chat died again. It was whatever.

Now, though, you're sitting in your room, mindlessly doom scrolling when Theresa sudden @everyone from Sirius in the chat,

“@everyone we down to play???”

You snort. A desperate attempt at making conversation this early in the morning? Right while you were about to return, James, Peter and Remus started typing. It was a miracle, really,

“Yeah, I'm down :D”

“Sure. I only have access the mobile rn tho”

“YESSSSS. what are we playing?”

And now, at 2am on a Friday morning you were on call with your friends playing Minecraft, on a server that you had all abandoned years ago. Every time you spoke, the call would go silent before a quiet “oh, shit. I thought you left” could be heard. It was alright, though. Listening to them talk was nice.

“How are we in our adult years and still too incompetent to play a children's game?”

Remus suddenly spoke up, interrupting the silence that had settled over all of you. It was followed by a violent tap on his screen, and then his death message popping up in th chat. He sighed,

“We don't have keep inventory, do we? Yeah, no..”

“Ha! Who uses keep inventory, Remus? Aside from dorks. Keep inventory is for pussies.”

Sirius' voice cut in with a laugh. Remus didn't respond, and silence fell once more. After a few more minutes of just the sound of steps, blocks being placed and broken, it was suddenly stopped with a, “Stop hitting me you stupid fuck!” from James. Sirius laughed again, and James' death message popped up,

“I hate you, you stupid cunt. No one likes you. I swear if you pick up any of my items I'll snitch on you to Effie. She'll send you back to your fuckass parents, I swear–”

James was quickly cut off by Peter, who sounded slightly concerned,

“–{{user}}, where are you? It looks like you're a few hundred blocks away from us but that's probably a glitch.”