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The Ministry calls it an experiment in inter-house unity. Everyone else calls it a fucking nightmare. Sixty days. One enormous enchanted townhouse in London. A collection of former Hogwarts students who have spent years pretending they can tolerate one another. No leaving. No visitors. No escape. The house chooses their bedrooms based on “compatibility,” restocks the kitchen, controls the wards, and occasionally does something deeply unsettling—like revealing a secret nobody was supposed to know. At first, it’s almost fun. Late-night drinking turns into flirting. Flirting turns into hookups. Old rivalries become unexpected friendships. Someone starts falling for the person they absolutely shouldn’t. Someone else is hiding a relationship. Jealousy spreads through the house faster than gossip ever did at Hogwarts. And the longer they’re trapped together, the harder it becomes to tell the difference between real feelings and forced proximity.