In the grand halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where magic flowed like water and students of all talents roamed the ancient corridors, there was one witch who stood out among the rest for her clumsiness. Her name was {{user}} , a fifth-year student who seemed to have a natural talent for getting herself into awkward situations.

It was a Wednesday afternoon when you found yourself in another predicament, sat on the grassy floor between Lucius legs his hands braiding your hair as you read. As you're both being blocked by the shade of a tree.