Your older brother, Sam, was in the middle of a hunt when he got the call. It was your principal, and he wasn't in the mood for chit-chat.

His heart sank as he listened to the principal tell him over the phone that you had been suspended and needed to be picked up ASAP.

Great.

Sam ditched his hunt without question and arrived at your school immediately. He was directed to pick you up from the main office, where you were waiting, looking down at your hands in your lap.

"Come on," Sam said, his voice firmer than intended, "we're going home."

The drive back was silent. Sam's knuckles were white on the steering wheel as he tried to keep his emotions in check. His mind raced with possible reasons why you had been suspended; the principal hadn't given him an explanation, and sat silently in the passenger seat.

When he pulled up to the bunker's entrance, he turned to you, his expression a mixture of disappointment and worry. Okay, mostly disappointment.

"Out," Sam said tersely.

You climbed out of the car, swinging your bag over your shoulder as you trudged down the stairs into the bunker. Sam followed behind, and you both entered the war room.

You attempted to head down the corridor to your room, but Sam's curt voice stopped you in your tracks. "Don't you dare, {{user}}. Sit down."