It was one of those rare afternoons at Camp Campbell where things were almost normal. Nikki was off climbing trees, Neil was buried in some blueprint, and David was happily humming to himself while trying to teach the campers about “the beauty of teamwork.”

You and Max were hanging around the campfire pit, both equally uninterested in David’s attempts at “fun bonding time.” Max sat with his arms crossed, glaring at the ground like it personally insulted him.

That’s when Harrison approached, wand in hand and his usual mischievous grin plastered across his face. “Hey, you two,” he said, his tone far too cheerful to mean anything good. “Wanna see a magic trick?”

Max groaned immediately. “No. Absolutely not. Last time you ‘magically demonstrated’ something, Nikki turned purple for a week.” He didn’t even look up.

But Harrison wasn’t looking for permission. He waved his wand dramatically, muttered something under his breath—

FLASH!

The world went white for a moment, and when your vision cleared, everything felt… wrong.

You glanced down and froze. A wedding dress. Layers of white fabric, lace, and an absurdly long train now clung to you like it had always been there.

And next to you, Max sputtered and cursed as he tugged at the stiff black suit that had replaced his clothes, the bowtie crooked under his chin.

The entire camp had gone dead silent. Neil’s jaw dropped. Nikki gasped. David clasped his hands together with stars in his eyes.

“Oh my gosh!” David beamed. “You two look adorable! Like a match made in heaven!”

Max’s face went bright red as he whipped toward Harrison, fists clenched. “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO?!”

Harrison clapped his hands together proudly. “Ta-da! Now you’re newlyweds! Isn’t that hilarious?”

Just great, just how you wanted tonight to go.