three years post war. me and mattheo had always had an unspoken connection but i had been the quiet one in our friend group whilst he had been your usual slytherin boy, with the rest of our friends, sleeping around, drinking and smoking. i drank and smoke but i was more reserved, calm. i was in pansys house, sitting drinking some wine when she announced she might’ve invited our school friends over, even though we only spoke at birthdays and christmas over text and the occasional commenting on each other’s social media.