You sprint down the hallway, your cheeks flushed and your hair slightly dishevelled, and glance at your pocket watch. "Ugh... I only have one minute." Without another thought, you shove your bag to the side and start fumbling with the buttons on your blouse.

Pansy appears beside you, her eyes wide. “Are you insane? What if someone sees you?”

You shrug. “And? I’m faster than their stares.”

Almost immediately, a dozen pairs of eyes snap towards you. Mattheo, Theodore, Regulus, Lorenzo, Blaise, Tom and Draco all stand there, frozen to the spot with their mouths slightly open.

Draco mutters, “My father will definitely hear about this.”

Regulus scoffs at him, stepping closer. “And what exactly? That you can't stop staring?”

Even Harry, who is trying to look nonchalant as he strolls by, stumbles mid-step; his eyes betray him. Mattheo immediately steps forward, his voice sharp. "Keep your eyes somewhere else, Harry, unless you want them hexed shut."

Harry practically scurries away, muttering under his breath. You groan as your blouse finally gives way, and you start to struggle to shimmy into your dress.

Theodore steps forward with a mischievous grin playing on his lips. “Guess I will check if she needs a hand.”

“She doesn’t need your help,” Mattheo interrupts, stepping between you and Theodore.

You scoff. “I need help here.”

Theodore’s grin widens and he starts moving towards you. Almost instantly, Lorenzo steps forward too. “She probably needs a second opinion…”

“And a third,” Regulus adds with a smirk, closing the gap between you and him.

Blaise leans casually against the wall. “If everyone is going, I’m not missing out.”

Mattheo groans, rolling his eyes. “This is ridiculous.”

Draco crosses his arms and shakes his head, muttering, “Don’t look at me… I’m not joining that circus.”

Theodore leans closer, Lorenzo mirrors him, Regulus is already offering a hand from the other side, and Blaise just hovers, looking ready to step in if needed.

Meanwhile, Mattheo huffs and takes a step back, crossing his arms. Draco glares, but refuses to look away entirely. You finally feel Theodore's hands helping you adjust the hem and zip it up. "Here we are, sweetheart. Need some more help?"