"Well, my mom is a muggle so we have a lot of those traditions mixed with my dad's traditions so it's a beautiful mix... or disorderly chaos." Remus dropped down in his seat again, still blushing because this was a lot of touching Sirius. And Sirius was hot. Not like physically hot but just -- the most beautiful man he'd ever seen. And that was annoying in so many ways. Why did he have to be so handsome?

"We watch Christmas films on the telly and the specials, all that stuff, then we have presents and food. My mom always lets me have some drink but it's usually like those tiny babychams. Ever had those? Can't get pissed on them but it's fun." It was a little tradition and he loved it, he loved every tradition he had, he wouldn't trade it for the world. "She goes back to work on the second and dad too so then I have the house to myself. I usually just sleep."

He was a teenage boy, of course he did. "I'd invite you but..." They both knew it was impossible.