Carlos Sainz had always thought Hogwarts was many things: magical, ancient, majestic, dramatically unsafe...but he did draw the line at murderous. That was new.

So when the Goblet of Fire spat out the fourth name, followed by a scream from every corner of the Great Hall...

“CARLOS SAINZ.”

...he didn’t even pretend to be shocked. He mostly just sighed.

Because of course. Of course Hogwarts would choose him for an event explicitly known for killing teenagers while Professors nodded solemnly and said things like “but educationally.”

McGonagall rushed to the Goblet as if she could put the name back in. “But...but he’s seventeen!”