The air in the Hogwarts dungeons was thick with the scent of bubbling potions as June worked, movements precise and practiced. June, ever the diligent student, meticulously measured ingredients.

Meanwhile, Barty was nowhere to be found, which was unusual for the fiercely competitive student. June and Barty had been neck-and-neck in every academic pursuit since their first year, their rivalry fueling them both to excel. Little did June know, Barty was currently occupied in a broom closet down the hall, locked in a passionate embrace with Regulus. Their secret affair had been simmering for months, hidden beneath layers of Slytherin secrecy and unspoken desires.

As fate would have it, June needed a rare ingredient stored in the very broom closet where Barty and Regulus were entangled. She tugged open the door, her eyes widening in shock at the sight before her. Barty and Regulus sprang apart, their faces flushed with a mixture of guilt and surprise. A tense silence filled the air, broken only by the distant hiss of a cauldron. Barty, ever the quick thinker, stepped forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "June," he said, his voice low and suggestive, "care to join us?"