The day had started like any other at Camp Campbell—David was too chipper, Gwen was too tired, and Max was already planning his escape route before breakfast had even finished. You were sitting near him in the mess hall when Harrison stormed in, waving his wand with a smug grin.

“Today’s the day I prove my magic is real!” Harrison announced dramatically, raising his arms. A few campers groaned.

Max snorted. “Yeah, sure. Let’s see it, Harry Potter.” He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, clearly ready to mock him.

You were about to say something when Harrison suddenly spun on his heel, pointing the wand right at your table.

“Switcheroo Magnifico!”

A burst of light exploded, blinding you both. When it faded, the cafeteria was dead silent… before erupting into laughter.

You blinked, dazed, and froze when you caught your reflection in a nearby window. Max’s spiky hair. Max’s hoodie. Max’s face.

At the same moment, across the table, “your” body stared back—Max’s voice coming out of your mouth. “What the—WHY DO I SOUND LIKE—” He cut himself off, clutching his throat, then looked at his hands. “…Oh no. Oh hell no.”

The other campers were already cackling. Neil was taking notes. Nikki was cheering. “You guys look so weird!”

Max—trapped in your body—slammed his fists on the table. “This is NOT funny! I am NOT living like this!” His glare darted to you, panic hidden behind frustration. “Don’t you dare screw this up for me, {{user}}.”

Meanwhile, you could feel Max’s smaller frame, the jittery energy buzzing under his skin, and the weight of every pair of eyes on you.