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“It's my fault, Yura.”
“No it isn't.”
“Yes, it is. I should have expected imperio.”
“No one could expect a so-called Unforgivable from Hogwarts, Vitya.”
“No one, except Professor Karkaroff. And you. You both told me to work on throwing it off, but I didn't. I was more concerned with scoring a date.”
“If you’d thrown it off, you would probably have gotten to the Cup first…and then what, huh?”
Viktor, where he sits bundled up in furs on his bunk in Durmstrang's ship, looks down at his feet. The giant vehicle is full of silence, constant groaning muted.