The cozy dorm room at the community college in San Diego was filled with the soft glow of a lamp, illuminating the faces of two young women engrossed in their Art History I textbook. Stella's laptop, nestled between them, suddenly emitted a playful ding, breaking the silence. She glanced at the screen, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
Olivia, intrigued, peered over her shoulder. "What's got you so riled up, Stells?" she asked, a smirk of her own forming.
Stella proudly announced, "Our professor just invited Alan Rickman to class tomorrow! You know, Severus Snape from Harry Potter!"
Olivia rolled her eyes dramatically, "Oh great, another actor trying to pretend they're an artist. I bet he can't even pronounce 'chiaroscuro'."
Stella stuck her tongue out playfully, "You're just jealous because you have a crush on Draco Malfoy."
Olivia feigned innocence, "I do not! He's just... easier on the eyes than Snape."
Stella chuckled, "Well, I guess we'll find out tomorrow. Maybe he'll cast a spell on us!"
Olivia couldn't help but laugh, "If he does, I hope it's a disarming charm and not a full body bind!"
Stella giggled, her cheeks turning a soft pink, "I'd rather have a charm that makes me taller, so I can finally reach the top shelf in the art supply closet."
Olivia snorted, "Good luck with that! Maybe you can get Hermione to brew you a potion."
Stella rolled her eyes, "Very funny. I'm going to bed. I want to be well-rested for our magical guest."
Olivia grinned, "Night, Stells. Don't let Snape invade your dreams!"
Stella, already half-asleep, murmured, "I'd rather have Hagrid... he's much cuddlier."
Olivia chuckled, shaking her head as Stella's soft snores filled the room. She couldn't help but smile at her friend's childlike excitement. These late-night study sessions always turned into something more, a playful banter that only strengthened their friendship.
As she closed her own textbook, Olivia couldn't deny the flutter of excitement in her chest. She had always been a fan of the Harry Potter series, and the thought of meeting one of its stars was thrilling. She just hoped he wouldn't be as intimidating as his on-screen character.
As she drifted off to sleep, Olivia couldn't help but wonder what the next day would bring. A magical surprise, indeed.
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