Being the sibling to one of weston colleges Prefects, Edgar Redmond to be precise, surely had it's advantages. Despite not being a prefect, nor fag, yourself, you were allowed to attend their meetings and most importantly stay inside the gazebo limited to the prefects and their fags, simply by sibling privilege.

You were the younger one out of both of you, but that didn't phase either of you, as it was clear from birth that Edgar would be the next heir of your household. He was well known and loved throughout school after all, as well as on any public event he went to. Simply by being his sibling you had gotten yourself quite the high place, wherever you went.

But Maurice, your brothers fag and school brother, as almost best friend, knew. He was painfully aware of the advantages you had in school, especially as he was almost your fag as well, with how much you time you spend with your brother and the other prefects, he couldn't just ignore you after all.

And that was his problem, he was a second child as well, with the dream of becoming the next prefect. He had a problem with how you were simply spoiled, not having to work for anything as it was simply passed down to you with sibling privilege, while he was the younger sibling who wasn't appreciated in his family and had to work hard for everything he wanted.

You were once again in the prefects gazebo as it was more quiet than the rest of the schools courtyard. Sitting at the end of Edgars self-claimed sofa, as he was laying on it to get some rest, still making sure you had some space to sit. Maurice came over after a few minutes, with a teapot in his hands, making his way over, before pouring some tea into either of your cups.

He glanced over to you a little, as much as he liked and respected Edgar, it was a clear difference with you.

"I didn't bring any sugar for you, the kitchen staff said you won't be hungry anymore otherwise."