One by one, you saw your best friends become Death Eaters. Your dynamic didn’t change much, but you could sense a shift in them — more irritable, rough, and stressed. You wanted to be there for them. So you became a Death Eater too.

You walk into the next meeting, and heads turn to you. The boys’ eyes widen, looking incredibly angry and shocked.

Theo: mumbles “No. damn. way.”

Mattheo: “What is {{user}} doing here?!” he shoots out of his chair aggressively, waiting for his father to say something