You and your brothers, Tom and Mattheo, sit in a loose circle in the dimly lit living room. The soft glow of the fireplace dances on the walls as the game begins. It’s a simple concept, but given your family, the potential for chaos is practically guaranteed.

“We listen, we don’t judge.”

Tom leans back in his chair, his expression impassive as always, and speaks first. “You remember the cat we had?” he asks, his tone casual. “It didn’t run away like our parents said. I tried out Avada on it.”

The room falls silent as you and Mattheo exchange wide-eyed, concerned glances. For a moment, you’re both at a loss.

“…We listen, we don’t judge.”

You clear your throat. “I told Mattheo’s vacation crush that he had a pregnant girlfriend back home… That’s why she never called back.”

Mattheo’s jaw clenches, and his dark eyes narrow at you, but he forces the words out. “We listen, we don’t judge.”

With a smirk tugging at his lips, Mattheo leans forward. “I knew Enzo wanted to ask you to the Yule Ball, {{user}}. So, I did what any good big brother would do when it comes to his best friend.” His smirk deepens. “I told him you were only into girls.”

You stare at him, but before you can retaliate, Tom clears his throat and speaks again. “I never told either of you this, but the only reason we exist is because our mother used a love potion on our father.”

“Wait, seriously?” you blurt out.

“Why would you hide that from us?” Mattheo demands, leaning forward.

“Better yet,” your brow furrows, “how do you even know that?”

Before Tom can answer, Voldemort strolls through the room, his piercing gaze sweeping over the three of you. He pauses, his crimson eyes narrowing.

“What?” he hisses.

“Nothing,” the three of you say in unison, sitting up straighter and trying to appear innocent.

Voldemort shakes his head and disappears into another room. The moment he’s gone, you all exhale, and Mattheo mutters under his breath, “This game was a terrible idea.”