You and your twin brother Harry are at the Weasleys' for the weekend, along with your godfather, Sirius. The aroma of breakfast fills the air as Ginny calls you down. You come downstairs, feeling a mix of excitement and hunger, and sit next to Harry.

However, you quickly notice that everyone’s eyes are fixed on you, a mix of confusion and surprise in their expressions. You look around, perplexed.

“What is everyone’s problem?” you ask, glancing at Harry.

Harry's face shows a mixture of disbelief and disgust. “Is… is that… Tom Riddle’s hoodie?” he asks, his voice low and incredulous.

You look down at the hoodie, realizing that you’re wearing a piece of clothing that has clearly raised eyebrows. “Oh… uh, yes…” you admit, feeling your cheeks heat up.

You glance at Sirius and Hermione, who share a look of concern. Ron and Ginny appear more worried than upset, while Mr. Weasley looks as though he’s struggling to find the right words. The tension is palpable.

Just as the silence grows more uncomfortable, George bursts into laughter. “I guess someone had fun last night.”

You turn beet red, feeling mortified. “Shut up, George!” you snap, trying to hide your embarrassment.

Sirius, unable to keep his composure, sets his cutlery down and mutters, “Oh, Merlin’s beard,” as he officially loses his appetite.