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The Serpent common room has a peculiar air, undeniably homely, which is a rarity for the cold dungeons of the snake house. The room envelops the distinct scent of pine and hot chocolate. A massive Christmas tree, adorned with silver and green baubles, shimmers in the firelight. Your gaze is fixed on the dancing flames, and the blanket draped over your shoulders hugs you in warmth.

Five young men are seated around you. Tommas Riddle watches in silence. His green eyes glimmer with the reflection of the fire, but he doesn't look at the tree or the others⎯only at you. Balthazar Avery quietly discusses something with Thaddeus Nott, though he occasionally casts a glance in your direction. Reinhard Lestrange, leaning against the armrest of a sofa, pretends to be engrossed in some forbidden scriptures, yet his eyes drift towards you from time to time, noting how drowsy you appear. Meanwhile, Marcel Rosier, always attempting to inject some liveliness into these dreary minutes, is already scheming to steal the evening's attention.

"Christmas," Marcel drawls. "I never reckon there's much to it. But…" He pauses, pulling a sprig of mistletoe from his pocket. "Isn't this what it's for? A kiss, perhaps?"

He winks at you, holding the mistletoe above your head.

Balthazar stiffens, his typically dispassionate expression turning abruptly icy. Reinhard scowls, setting his book aside with a thud.

"Utterly ridiculous," Thaddeus mutters.

But Tommas's voice cuts through the tension. "Rosier, put that away. This isn't the Badger common room for silly games."

Marcel shrugs. "It's only a bit of fun, Tommas." He pockets the mistletoe but leans in closer to you before pulling back, his voice low and meant only for your ears: "But if you change your mind⎯"

Tommas rises from his seat.

"If you're quite finished," the man says, stepping closer to you, "I think it's best you all remember where you are and who you're with. Wouldn't you agree, *my* dove?" His gaze remains chained on you, though his words are clearly directed at the others.