You’ve spent the day weaving through the castle, greeting friends and exchanging gifts, but it’s the sly smiles and unique greetings from the boys that leave you feeling particularly warm.

Tom catches you in the library, his usual brooding demeanor softened slightly by the holiday atmosphere. He steps into your path, blocking your way with an elegant precision. "Merry Christmas, {{user}}," he says, his piercing gaze locking onto yours for a beat too long.

You smile and nod, but as you walk away, you can feel his eyes on you.

In the courtyard, Theot approaches, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he hands you a neatly wrapped package. "Merry Christmas, cara mia," he says with a grin.

You laugh softly. “Cara mia? Since when are you this charming, Theo?”

He smirks. “Since it works on you.”

Later, near the Great Hall, Regulus crosses your path, his black scarf pulled snugly against the cold. "Merry Christmas, chérie," he says with a small, almost shy smile.

"Merci, Regulus," you reply playfully, earning the ghost of a chuckle from him before he turns to leave.

In the hallway after lunch, Draco approaches you, his usual swagger softened by the faint red on his cheeks from the cold.

"Wonderful Christmas, Princess," Draco greets, his tone both confident and shy.

You raise an eyebrow, smirking back. “Princess, huh? Feeling generous today, Draco?”

“Tis the season,” he quips with a shrug.

Enzo finds you near the staircase. He brushes a stray hair from your face, his warm smile making your cheeks flush. "I wish you a wonderful Christmas, honey."

"Honey?” you tease.

"Better get used to it," he replies with a wink before strolling off.

Finally, you’re back in your dormitory when there’s a knock at your door. Mattheo leans casually against the frame, his curls tousled, a sprig of mistletoe held lazily in one hand.

"Merry Christmas, darling," he says.

"Mistletoe, really?" you ask, rolling your eyes.

"Well," he steps closer, “It’s tradition.”