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it had started out innocently enough. hogwarts students in every house were discussing the cosmic event that was about to visit them, planning on viewing parties atop the astronomy tower, or out on the grounds with blankets spread out to lay side by side on. davos, lover of all things astronomy, was particularly interested in the event; not for the wish, per say, but to see the stars shoot across the sky. it was the main reason why he’d agreed to be one of the many people sprawled out on the grounds, shoulders digging into the plush blanket that callum wesley -- davos’ sort-of-boyfriend and fellow slytherin seventh year -- had spread out for them. even with his cloak drawn tight across his shoulders, davos could feel the chill settling in. before they knew it, winter would be upon them.
with his head tilted back, eyes focused on the horizon, davos didn’t even roll his eyes when callum ( sap that he was ) reached over and threaded their fingers together. as the stars shot out across the sky, he hapharardly thought that the only way the night could be any better would have been if he’d had one of his favorite muggle treats; pop-tarts.
when he went to bed that night, he thought nothing of it.
it’s not like it was a wish. WAS IT?
when davos woke up the next morning, it was to something heavy hitting him in the face. “ ouch” he groaned, rubbing at his head. beside him, callum was grumbling and fumbling for his wand. if they were being attacked, at least someone was thinking. “ lumos ! “ callum’s wand flooded the area with light, davos’ eyebrows shooting upwards comically as he cackled. “ oh my god. it’s a fucking pop-tart.” he picked up the package, examining the foil wrapper. yep, they were pop-tarts. his favorite, too. he grinned. “ fuckin’ a.” callum blinked at him blearily before putting his wand out, reaching for his pants and heading back to his own four poster. davos shrugged; more room for him to stretch out.
the rest of the morning passed without much consequence. he found another package in his bag in between classes, a smile on his face as he shook his head in amusement. when another turned up in his cauldron during potions, same thing. when three more turned up at the slytherin table at lunch, and half a dozen were spilling out of his robes when he put them on, he was starting to get irritated. he loved pop-tarts, but this was excessive. spotting a familiar face, davos flagged them down - desperation in his eyes. “ i need your help.”
「 ✨ davos has mentioned a canon object x14 」
「 ✨ davos has made a wish. 」
「 ✨ davos has seen his wish come true.. 」
「 ✨ davos has regretted that his wish came true.. 」
