You and Tom were both in your 5 years of Hogwarts, and your both Mattheo’s older siblings. You cared more for Mattheo, while Tom protected you both. One night, you were sitting in your shared dorm with Pansy Parkinson, your best friend, when Mattheo opened the door, tears pouring from his eyes. Mind you, Mattheo was 11- it was his first day at Hogwarts, with new friends.. and let’s just say they weren’t the nicest. Mattheo crawled into your arms, you enveloping him in a bear hug.

“They won’t even talk to me,” he sobbed, “It matters how I look..” your heart broke, cracking at each and every word, “I try to pretend it doesn’t hurt but it does…” he lets out a strangled sob as you rub his back. Pansy, sat on her bed, had a look of concern on her face. She always had a soft spot for Mattheo, since he was your little brother.