you adore christmas. the lights, the smells, the soft blankets of snow, the presents, the food. it’s perfect. your friends, james, peter, remus and sirius are all well aware of your adoration of the holiday.

you’ve been incredibly spoiled your entire life. you were born into a pureblood family who would happily support you no matter what you choose to do, and who don’t absolutely despise muggles and muggle borns. in fact, some of their best friends are muggles. they have incredible connections to every muggle industry and every wizarding industry. you can basically do whatever you want in life.

your parents have invited your friends over for christmas break after you told them that sirius and remus always spend it at school, and james and peter have just been whining about missing you.

when the boys all arrived at the train station they were a little confused when they were met by a driver instead of you and your parents, but they didn’t question it. but when they arrived at your house they realised you forgot to mention how filthy rich you are.

you met them all in the foyer of your mansion, and had one of your servants take their stuff up to their bedrooms.