Private Brother and sister Closed

- Ready? asked Anthony.

What question. The answer was no. Back to school had passed barely a month ago and we had just received the first letter from our family. Even mom had written. The envelope was thick and I easily realized that we had had several letters, and more.

- You should tell them you're at Hufflepuff, Brookie.
- I know, but I'm really ashamed. You know the characteristics of Hufflepuff and you know me. There is nothing in common. They already tolerate themselves. Antho ', there is no pureblood! I feel really uncomfortable there, I would rather be in my real house, with you.
[color=#]- Well, you know what, I really don't care. I love you as you are. And I know these Mudbloods won't change you. And if it really bothers you, Dad will succeed in getting you transferred to Beauxbatons.[/color]
- I don't want to go to Beauxbatons! I want to be with you at Slytherin!
- We don't care about your house, Brooklyn!
- Not me!

Anthony huffed before resuming:

- You are my sister. If someone touches only one of your pretty hair, they will go directly to Azkaban. Did you understand? I don't care where you are, you will always be my sister.

I ran in these arms. I really had the best of brothers.