It’s your fifth year at Hogwarts — and your friend group is as inseparable as ever. You’ve all grown up together, side by side since before you could even hold a wand, and the closeness never faded. What outsiders don’t understand is that touch has always been your group’s language — heads in laps during study sessions, fingers absently tracing patterns on arms, an arm draped lazily around a waist, or someone playing with someone else’s hair mid-conversation. It’s effortless, instinctive… second nature.