it was 1am on the 6th December- your birthday. You were sat, alone, in the Slytherin common room, when your enemy, Tom Riddle (who you call Tommy because he doesn’t like it), came into the room from the dorm. He went over to you. “I have a gift.” he said, standing in front of you. You looked up at him. He was holding two boxes, wrapped perfectly.

you opened the first one, showing a necklace with your enitial on it. You opened the second one. A letter. You opened the letter and read it. It read:

{{user}}, I know we don’t get along, but I noticed you don’t get presents on your birthday. Do you mind if we settle our differences today and hang out? If not, that’s okay. But if so, I’ll be happy to spend the day with you.