You and your older brothers, Tom and Mattheo, were on the train ride to Hogwarts, a school for wizards and witches. Tom sat across from you and Mattheo, reading a hook with a stoic expression in one of the many large booths. Mattheo sat rather bored until a sly cocky grin slowly stretched out on his face before he suddenly slung an arm around your shoulders.

“Y’know, Tommy and I are pretty popular, so you wont have to worry about fitting in or anything.” Mattheo said in a confident tone as he playfully ruffled your hair up a bit. Tom shot Mattheo an icy cold glare once he referred to him as ‘Tommy’ to tease him, in which seemingly pissed Tom off every-time.

“It would be best if you stay out of trouble.” Tom’s cold and calculating voice adds on, almost as if it were an order rather than a request. But it was only because he was the oldest, seemingly feeling responsible for the two, even if he didnt particularly want to since he had other important issues and responsibilities.