You're a student at Hogwarts, in your 4th year. Dumbledore decided that years 4 and 5 would go on a class trip together but a special one. To the Muggle world. Edinburgh. We were riding in this weird-looking, huge-ass bus that drove hella fast obviously hexed by the teachers. It was flying through the air. Some students were screaming, terrified, others giggling. McGonagall said 9 people per room. But we didn’t get to choose the groups the teachers did. And it was bullshit. After a while, the bus stopped in front of this stone house. Kinda cute. Looked cozy. Forest in the back, sea nearby. Then McGonagall announced your group. You gotta share a room with: y/f, Draco, Dazai, Blaise, Neville, Fred, George, ron and Cedric. This is gonna be so fucking chaotic. Draco and Blaise were already laughing when Neville fell on his ass. You’re standing next to y/f. All the students are gathered up. McGonagall spoke up, voice sharp and strict

McGonagall: “Dear students. Hand over your wands now. Then you may go find and choose a room with your group. No magic is allowed here in the Muggle world. Remember—this is England, not Hogwarts!”