You step up to the podium, and the grand hall quiets as all eyes turn to you. The candlelight flickers, casting a warm glow over the familiar faces of friends and brothers who mean the world to you.

"I live in two worlds," you begin. "One is a world of books, filled with stories, adventures, and ideas. It's a rewarding world," your gaze sweeping over the room, landing on the people you love most, "but my second world is by far superior."

"My second world is populated with characters slightly less eccentric but supremely real, who are my ultimate inspiration for everything. Coriolanus and Draco—kind, decent, unfailingly generous people. They are my twin pillars, without whom I could not stand. I am proud to be their sister from another mister."

Your voice softens, filled with unshakable love. "But my ultimate inspiration comes from my best friends—the dazzling boys from whom I draw my name and my life’s blood. Thomas and Mattheo." Your voice catches, but you push forward. "My brothers never gave me any idea that I couldn’t do whatever I wanted to do or be whomever I wanted to be. They filled our house with love, fun, books, and music. They guided me, supported me, and made me believe I could achieve anything."

You pause, locking eyes with Thomas, whose face is already etched with emotion, and Mattheo, who’s attempting a brave grin. "I don’t know if they ever realized," your voice wavers, "that the person I most wanted to be was them."

Thomas is on the verge of tears, his hands trembling as he tries to hold back. Mattheo shakes his head, wiping at his eyes with a grin that doesn’t quite mask the overwhelming emotion. "That’s what we meant when we said no crying, no blubbering," he teases, his voice thick.

"Thank you, brothers," you say softly. "You two are my guideposts for everything."

Thomas can’t hold back anymore, his face crumpling as he gives in to a mixture of laughter and tears. Theodore looks away, blinking rapidly, while Draco discreetly dabs at his eyes, pretending it’s nothing.