As Faelan took another sip of his drink, his thoughts strayed to his family, and like Sirius had wondered about Regulus, he wondered what they were doing today. He couldn't say he'd rather be there, but the thought of them all sitting around the Christmas tree laughing and opening presents like they'd done at Haven's Loft that very morning made his thoughts darken. He wondered if they thought of him at all...
"Yeah." He took a long swallow of his drink, and then coughed. "Let's change the subject."