"Ivan! How dare you!"
Igor hid behind the half-closed door, listening to his mother's furious lecture and rubbing his arm. She'd removed the festering purple boils, but it still stung, and he doubted Ivan would stop hexing him around corners; if Ivan's wand were taken away, he'd borrow Yuri's. Or, more likely, Yuri himself would pick up the slack.
Hesitantly, Igor peeked into the kitchen. The sulking Ivan noticed him and mouthed "Coward!" so fiercely that Igor knew he would be jinxed thrice over before the week was out.
Why did it have to be another two years till Durmstrang?