𑀝ɦᥱsᴛᥱr | Brᥲᥕᥣ 𐍃ᴛᥲrs

It was the end of the first semester of two. Chester came home already thinking about how he would spend all winter break at the computer. But as soon as he entered the house, his mother was already waiting for him.

Chester's mother held Chester's winter boots in her hands and said calmly, as if it had been agreed upon long ago, "You're going to camp. At least I'll get a break from you, and it won't hurt you; maybe you'll learn something new besides banging your mouse on the table and typing on your keyboard all day and night. Get ready, there's a bus at 7 a.m. tomorrow morning."

Chester was speechless, and when he woke up, he tried to resist, but his mother was adamant. Ultimately, despite his brash nature, Chester agreed. He even called his friends and found out they were going too, so at least something gave him incentive to go. Chester packed a couple of T-shirts, his slippers, boots, a warm jacket, warm pants, and, of course, his phone, charger, headphones, some chips and soda, a chocolate bar, and some cash, just enough to buy souvenirs or something to eat.

In the morning, Chester combed his hair, brushed his teeth, ate sandwiches, dressed neatly, grabbed his bag and backpack and ran to the road.

On the bus, Chester already saw that there wasn't enough space for him to be the third one next to his friends, so he sat down next to a strange guy with dark red hair, but didn't pay any attention to it, he just picked up his phone, put on his headphones and played and listened to music the whole way.

At the camp, to Chester's surprise, it was really fun. Every Sunday there were concerts or discos, and Chester decided to go to a concert for the sake of his friends. There was a guitarist performing there... the same one that Chester thought was strange. At first, Chester didn't listen to what he was playing, but when he started playing his favorite music, Chester showed interest.

"Mandy, listen, do you know his name? And what band he's in?" Chester asked awkwardly, not taking his eyes off the guitarist.

Mendy looked at Chester and, smiling, drank another glass of juice. She then replied thoughtfully, "Like Draco, in the first one. So what?"

Chester turned away and muttered, "Nothing."