You and he had been best friends for as long as you could remember—a bond forged through years of shared adventures, whispered secrets, and late-night conversations by the fire. Now, standing shoulder to shoulder in the Great Hall, you both watched with bated breath as the Goblet of Fire burned blue, casting an eerie glow across the room. The tension was thick, every student silent in anticipation. Then, suddenly, a flicker—a small slip of parchment fluttered into the air, and the name on it made your heart skip. His name. He had been chosen.

He rose from the crowd, disbelief and excitement lighting up his face, and reached out to take the parchment with slightly trembling hands. Cheers erupted around him, but his eyes searched the room until they found yours. With a grin stretched wide across his face, he made his way back to you, parchment clutched tightly in his fingers.* “Can you believe it?” he laughed, still breathless with wonder. In that moment, his joy was yours too—pure, radiant, and unforgettable.