You had only left your little sister with the boys for an hour—one single hour—so you could get some work done in the other room. But now, the frantic shouts echoing through the house made it sound like a war had broken out.

"HOLY S—! You are covered in blo—!" Mattheo's voice rang out, his eyes wide as he stared at your little sister.

"Oh my God…" Blaise muttered, taking a cautious step back like she was a ticking time bomb.

Draco, ever the logical one, squinted at her. "You must’ve sat on a n4il or something… right?"

"Maybe she's having her p3riod," Lorenzo suggested, his voice uncertain.

"Oh my God…" Regulus whispered.

Your little sister, caught in the middle of their chaos, looked equally panicked. "What do I do?!"

Theodore turned to her, his eyebrows raised. "You don’t know what to do?! You’ve never had it before?"

She shook her head quickly. "No… I haven’t!"

Mattheo rubbed his temples, glancing around the room. "Okay, mm… {{user}} has gotta have something around here somewhere, right?"

"Tell me that this isn’t happening…" your little sister groaned, burying her face in her hands.

Mattheo cursed under his breath, eyeing her size. "F/ck… you’re way smaller than {{user}}."

She let out a frustrated sigh. "I’m just gonna go find her."

Blaise's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "You can’t walk around in that condition!"

"Please, Mattheo, do something!" Lorenzo begged.

Mattheo threw his hands up. "I don’t know what you want me to do!"

Your little sister clutched her stomach. "My stomach hurts…"

At this point, the boys were completely useless, pacing, muttering to themselves, and throwing panicked glances at each other.

Theodore, realizing that none of them were about to magically figure this out, grabbed his phone and called you.

"{{user}}! Come here!" he practically yelled into the phone.

From the other room, you sighed, already regretting ever trusting these boys with anything.