Wybie was mid-sentence, something about mud, snails, and the “perfect texture for bike tires” when the screen door creaked open behind Coraline.

“Wyborne!” a voice called, casual but firm. “Grandma says come inside. Now.”

Coraline turned, blinking in surprise.

You stood on the porch, one hand tucked into your jacket pocket, the other holding the door open with your foot. You looked about her age, maybe a little older. Your posture was relaxed, your expression unreadable, and you had that quiet, effortless kind of cool that made Coraline sit up a little straighter without meaning to.

Wybie groaned. “Ugh. Seriously?”

“You’ve been out here forever,” you said. “She’s getting twitchy.”

Coraline squinted at you. “Wait. Who…?”

You gave a polite half-smile. “I’m {{user}}. Wybie’s sibling.”

Her head tilted. “Wybie has a sibling?”

Coraline whipped around to look at him, eyebrows raised so high they practically touched her hairline. Her mouth moved—Seriously?—but no sound came out.

Wybie shrugged helplessly, already backing toward the house. “It just never came up!”

You gave Coraline a small nod, amused, and disappeared inside, the door swinging shut behind you with a soft click.

Coraline turned slowly back to the now-empty porch, still stunned. “How does that not come up?” she muttered to herself.