a/n: many of you were concerned about Ivan being a part of musty Durmstrang (understandable). I'm here to say the face claim for him is your choosing of either Louis Partridge or Timothée Chalamet :)
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𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟎, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟒
𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕖 inch of the Great Hall seemed to glisten with the oozing magnificence of excitement and anticipation that every soul in the room internally melodized about. This specific wisp of imaginary jewel filled excitement almost neutralized itself; if you were seated in the hall with a certain eye of openness and childlike excitement the atmosphere around you was dripping liquid gold, but each corner remained dull and dusty to the adults that rarely got genuine excitement over simple competition.
Although the very seats the Quartet sat on were aurified with a new found satisfaction with finally having some spice in their school lives, their conversations were nothing short of boring.
"I'm just saying Harry," (y/n) started, "we are surrounded by countless witches and wizards, not to mention Dumbledore who is arguably one of the most powerful wizards of all time. Why wouldn't they fix your eyesight?"
Harry looked beyond confused, "I- what? I'm sure my eyesight isn't top of their list and they probably would do something if they knew a spell."
(y/n) made a doubting face while squinting her eyes, "Would they though? Think about it there's a spell for everything it makes zero sense to me that there wouldn't be a spell to fix something as simple as this."
The twins and Ron snickered while Hermione looked genuinely concerned and Harry just shook his head and kept eating.
"Harry," (y/n) said in a consoling tone while placing her hand on top of his, his jaw freezing as he looked up from his food. "This could become a real issue you know. Your eyesight could be life or death here." She raised a hand in a movement, "A quick, Accio glasses," Harry's glasses flew off his face and into her free hand and she snapped her fingers as she said, "and it'll be game over."
Harry's mouth opened as he looked at the blurry figure in front of him that appeared to have a sly smirk. "(y/n)...I love how your brain works, it really is fascinating, but please...just give me my glasses I can't see without them."
