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Years later, staring down the Death Eater army, Anthony Goldstein—Gentleman of the Moonlight Club—would always remember that night back at Hogwarts right after Christmas in first year.
That was the night he first understood how wild and colorful the Muggle world actually was.
That single night lit the fuse on the roaring fire that would burn inside him for the rest of his life.
Movies. Amusement parks. Zoos. Street restaurants serving food from every corner of the planet. Hector just kept spilling it all out, one story after another.
"What the hell is that?" Anthony kept asking. "And that one?"
His curiosity was completely justified. In an age when wizard robes looked like weird costumes from another century to Muggles, the gap between the two worlds was massive.
Charlie remembered his own first trip to Diagon Alley—the way wizards still dressed like it was 1890. Harry had mentioned just a couple days earlier that the Dursleys gave him two coins for Christmas. Ron's eyes had gone wide; he'd never seen Muggle money before. Harry handed both coins straight to him.
"Oh—right, speaking of that, Charlie." Hector suddenly perked up. He jumped off his bed, yanked open his trunk, and pulled out a huge box of chocolate.
"This is the stuff you asked me to bring. Workshop's almost empty, right? Let's get to work."
"Damn right," Charlie said, already reaching for it.
Hector didn't even let him finish. "Don't start with the money talk. Just make me one of those undetectable-extension bags instead."
Charlie raised an eyebrow.
"Buddy, I was already planning this even without the chocolate. I picked up a new trick—how could I not show it off? I've been meaning to make bags for both of you anyway. Chocolate's got nothing to do with it."
"Fine," Hector said with a grin. Then he flipped it around. "But if you can give me a bag for free, I can sure as hell give you chocolate for free."
Charlie's eyes widened. Without another word he scooped up the whole box.
"This is mine now."
"Damn right it is," Hector laughed, rolling up his sleeves. "So what do you need us to do?"
"Get moving," Anthony said, rolling up his own sleeves. "Finish the chocolate first, then make those extension bags. We're waiting."
"Wait—shouldn't we put the Moonlight Club symbol on the bags? We still haven't designed that yet."
"I've got ideas," Hector said. "We'll knock it out after we're done here."
"Solid plan," Charlie agreed.
He didn't actually need their help with the chocolate, though.
"You two design the club badge and the bag shape. I'll handle the candy."
Hector and Anthony didn't argue. The dorm instantly turned into a war zone of creativity and chocolate.
Charlie melted, poured, filled, covered, waited, cleaned—his hands moving like they had minds of their own. He'd done this a thousand times.
While the first batch set, he wandered over to check on the badge debate. The two of them were already locked in mortal combat over full moon versus crescent.
"Full moon looks bigger, richer," Anthony insisted.
"Crescent," Hector shot back. "Otherwise how the hell is anyone supposed to know it's the moon and not the sun? You gonna put craters on it?"
"Charlie, you pick."
"Crescent."
"Two to one. I win." Hector smirked.
Then the next fight started.
"Why a shield shape?" Anthony asked, genuinely confused.
"Aren't all badges shields?" Hector looked baffled. "Hogwarts uses a shield crest."
"Shields are old as hell. I've seen a million of them. They all look the same. Hector, you've barely seen real badges in the Muggle world, have you? Trust me—they're outdated."
"I agree," Charlie said. A sudden idea hit him. "What about a six-pointed star?"
Both boys turned on him at once.
"That's even worse," Hector groaned.
"Way too on-the-nose wizard cliché," Anthony added.
"Exactly," Hector said. "It's basically what every Muggle expects magic to look like."
"Alright, alright. I surrender." Charlie raised both hands. He couldn't win every argument.
After a quick discussion they went back to work. Charlie returned to his desk, popped the set chocolate out of the molds, and started melting the next batch of dark chocolate while he packaged the fresh moonlight ones.
Magic made everything easier—one or two quick spells and half the steps vanished. Maybe he should learn a couple household charms for automatic wrapping and instant heating.
He lost himself in the work. By eleven o'clock he had ninety chocolates done—thirty of each kind. Prices were sky-high because supply was tight, but even so the Christmas batch had nearly sold out right after break.
Dumbledore. Snape.
If those two kept buying up the stock like greedy little wizards, he was going to have to put a limit on them. Besides the money, he needed the Wish Dust. Dumbledore at least tossed him some every now and then. Snape? That stubborn bastard hadn't given him a single point. Stingy to the bone.
Charlie had a pretty good guess why Snape kept coming back for Dream Chocolate every single night. Actually, "guess" was putting it too nicely.
"Done yet?" Anthony pushed the door open, towel-drying his wet hair.
He walked to his desk and grabbed a piece of parchment. "This is the first draft Hector and I hammered out. Take a look. Details are probably gonna need your touch—our drawing skills aren't exactly pro level."
Charlie took the paper. The expression on his face was pure old-man-on-the-subway-staring-at-his-phone.
This wasn't a skill issue. This was straight-up no skill at all.