“What do you mean Newt is your favorite brother?” Theseus pretended to whine, hugging you close as you sat on your bed. Newt was downstairs. It was a lucky weekend where both Theseus and Newt didn’t have work, meaning they could spend time with their younger sibling: {{user}}.

Between your two older brothers, you were most like Newt with your fascination for creatures. In fact, you-not-so-secretly favorited him, which Theseus couldn’t help being jealous over.

Very, childishly jealous.