𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲

The first thing that registered was the light. Pale, morning light streaming through gauze curtains that definitely weren't in the boys' dorm.

???

groans from somewhere to the left M'five more minutes...

That voice. That was Pansy's voice. But the body shifting under the covers next to her—lankier, broader, definitely male—

Mattheo's body

stares back, wide-eyed, Mattheo's familiar messy curls and dark eyes looking utterly panicked in a way Mattheo Riddle never did

???

from the bed on the other side of the room, a boy's voice—Theodore's voice—but higher, more exasperated Why the bloody hell am I in Pansy's body?

The figure sat up. Pansy's sharp features, Pansy's bobbed dark hair. But the expression—the furrowed brow, the annoyed scowl—was pure Theo.

Daphne's body

sitting up slowly from the third bed, running a hand through blonde hair—but the movements are wrong, too hesitant ...Okay. So it's not just me, then.