The grand manor was alive with a warm golden glow. Snow fell gently outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

You stood near the roaring fireplace, the soft crackle of flames mingling with the music. The boys were scattered around the room, each bringing their unique energy to the celebration.

Mattheo, naturally, was lounging on the sofa with a drink in hand, smirking as he tossed a casual tease in Blaise’s direction.Tom sat nearby, flipping through an old book he’d found on one of the shelves.

Draco was perched by the window, a glass of champagne in his hand. He leaned casually against the frame, chatting with Theodore, who looked effortlessly charming, his tie slightly loosened.

Lorenzo and Regulus were seated near you, their voices low as they shared some private joke. Lorenzo, poised and calm, sipped his wine with an air of quiet sophistication, while Regulus leaned back, his intense gray eyes sparkling with rare amusement.

As the clock neared midnight, a palpable excitement built in the air. The boys began to gather around, each one abandoning their previous spot to join you near the center of the room.

Glasses clinked, the promise of a new year igniting a collective spark of hope and joy.

Tom stepped forward first. “Happy New Year, doll.” His words were smooth, rich, and undeniably warm.

Before you could respond, Draco was next, his signature smirk firmly in place. “Happy New Year, darling.”

Theodore appeared on your left. “Happy New Year, Cara mia,” he said, the affectionate nickname rolling off his tongue like a promise.

Lorenzo followed. “Happy New Year, sunshine.”

Blaise offered a charming grin, raising his glass in a casual salute. “Happy New Year, Ma.”

Regulus approached. “Happy New Year, mon amour,” he said softly, his French accent adding a layer of intimacy that sent your heart racing.

And finally, Mattheo, ever the dramatic one, pulled you into a playful spin, his laughter ringing out like music. “Happy New Year, princess,” he said with a wink.