“I still missed you...”  He toes the floor with a  socked foot, he always  missed his brothers when they went away. He probably writes too much...he worries  is would get on his brothers  nerves but they have yet to  complain.  Credence moves towards  Theo and hugs him, burying  his face into the older’s  shoulder.         “Bored, mostly.” 

       Hermione smiled and knocked on Theseus’s door. To say they were friends was a bit of a stretch but he was the closest thing she had in the office these days. He seemed a bit presumptuous to her but there were worse things. “Hello, I’m getting ready to go home, would you like to come and have a drink with me?”

Inside the little house, everything was already thrown about with Credence at the front of the mess. He got out a First-Aid box and had it open. “Even if it’s a nip, you n-never know- it could get infected if you don’t take care of it-” The young wizard said quickly. 

Finally he grabs for the coat and wraps it around himself, curling up more into the warmth of it. “Why..?” He points the wand at the other, feeling stupid since he knew not one spell nor even how to use it. “Why?” He repeated himself.

Cold and alone was where the man would find the scared Obscurus that was trying to keep his self together. The smoke and ash came off him and sunk back into him. He was looking at the other, shaking in what looked to be out of fear. “Please.. don’t..” He whispers. 

        “Oh come on, haven’t you been good this year?” Hermione teased, handing him the cocoa. “It’s such a cold place, isn’t it?” She said softly, looking out at the ministry. “No place to spend the holidays...unless you have no one to spend them with.” Sadly that was her case, but she hoped she wasn’t presuming the same about the war hero Theseus. 

It hits his chest, snow breaking apart and hitting him with a sharp cold. A small smilepulls at his lips when he looks to Theseus. He bends down quickly to get his own snow, ignoring how the snow freezes his hands. He can’t quite get it to look as good as theother’s but he tries. He tosses the snow ball at the other, brushing his cold fingers on his jacket.