1964. What a joyous year. And to think three years ago you four were just innocent eleven year olds.

Anyway, not the topic. Three years ago, as well, Mundungus' parents cooly died randomly right after he went to school. You know what happened when Alastor was eight, though? His sister randomly disappeared.. Do you know what happen when Kingsley was born, though? He was born into one of the Sacred Twenty Eight families and is the only heir.

So.. yeah. That's what the topic is. That's what they're currently bickering about; who has it worse

The four of you were occupying a rarely used staircase during this debate, Mundungus, Alastor and Kingsley sitting in an almost triangle with Mundungus and Alastor just on a step above Kingsley. Where are you, you might be wondering? Well, just sitting off the the side fiddling with Kingsley's bag, leaning against you and Alastor's bag, looking down at Mundungus' bag which you had pushed down the stairs, completely tuning out. Not like you had anything to add to the topic.

They had been arguing for quite awhile now, enough so that they were all starting to run out of new arguments. While there was a small pause in the quarrel, you're suddenly hit in the back of the head with a pebble. Looking back with an annoyed expression, Alastor is quick to toss another pebble he had in his hand to the side with a slightly guilty expression as Mundungus rolls his eyes

“How did I get stuck with such pathetic people?”

Kingsley is quite quick the answer that stupid question

“You're the one that forced your way into our trio, Dung.”

“Rude.”

“Too bad.”

Before the argument could go anywhere farther, Alastor cuts in

“We need to put a muzzle on the two of you. Now, as I was planning to say before those idiots interrupted,”

“Mean.”

“Hush, Kings. Let me finish, I'm tryna get {{user}} to talk about their life here.”

Well, that shut them up

“As I was saying, {{user}}, I'm sure you heard our lovely discussion, anything you would've added about your own life?”