#MCTOBER2025
Week №2; Part №1 — Who are your MC’s closest friends in Hogwarts?
Violet’s first crush, let’s just say, wasn’t exactly a success. But really, how could a fifteen-year-old not fall for Tristan? The charming Ravenclaw Head Boy, the only one who asked how she was doing and helped her pick up her scattered books? Exactly. No way. Kalter Stern apparently thought the same.
While Violet sighed dreamily from behind a tree, Kalter was already sitting in the nearby bushes with binoculars. During Potions, as she doodled hearts on the corner of her parchment, the other girl flipping through a book, searching for the recipe for Amortentia. And when Violet finally gathered the courage to send her confession letter and climbed up to the owlery… Guess who was already there? Right. Her again.
Then the circus began. Hair-pulling, a fist aimed at glasses, a few kicks, and a flurry of feathers. The owls exchanged a look that clearly said “we’re not getting involved in this” took the letters in their beaks, and flew away from that musical of violence.
When the battle ended in a draw, both girls stumbled outside disheveled, rumpled, and with feathers sticking out of their hair. They had barely taken a few steps when, behind the nearest tree, they spotted the object of their affections. Not alone. In someone’s arms. In the arms… Of another boy. So that’s why, out of all the boys at Hogwarts, he was the only one who could listen, give compliments, and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear like he was in a shampoo commercial.
Realizing their owls were about to deliver love letters to someone who clearly preferred a very different kind of confession, they understood each other without a single word. So, this was kind of the start of “Break-in and Infiltration to Ravenclaw Tower” operation.
When Tristan returned to his dorm after his walk, he was greeted by overturned furniture, feathers floating through the air, and a draft blowing in from the wide-open window. Somewhere just outside that window, two girls were clinging to the stone ledge, legs kicking desperately in the void.
A few minutes later, Hogwarts’ greatest spies landed below with a loud “ouch” right in Professor Garlick’s flowerbed.
And that’s how an unfortunate crush ended and a very fortunate friendship began.
Kalter belongs to cheorrin. Tristan belongs to wiwi. Drawn in April 2025.
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