You and Hermione Granger make a great team.

For the past five years, the two of you have worked side by side in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, tackling everything from rogue curses to international magical disputes. You’re sharp, she's sharper—but together, you’re unstoppable. So when a case emerged involving a ring of wizards suspected of stealing magical artifacts, it was no surprise you were sent to investigate—together.

The real surprise came later.

You wake up, your head fuzzy and body aching. You’re in a bed—a soft one—and you're tangled up with someone. The sheets are warm, the air even warmer. You blink, slowly adjusting to the light, when you realize you’re lying next to Hermione, who’s in a nightgown, her hair tousled from sleep. You, on the other hand, are completely shirtless.

She leans over and pokes you three times, her tone urgent and panicked.

“{{user}}? Wake up!”

You sit up, groggy and confused. You try to remember how you got here—but your last clear memory is being disarmed by one of the wizards you were tracking. Then… nothing.

Looking around the room, your heart skips a beat. The window is open, letting in the scent of salt and sun. Just beyond the glass, you can see white sand, glistening under a bright sky. The air is heavy with heat and humidity, and everything in you knows one thing for sure:

You’re definitely not in Great Britain.