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The Slytherin common room had collectively decided that common sense was overrated. “Blind, mute, deaf challenge,” Blaise announced, clapping his hands together like he was hosting a television game show. “Winner gets bragging rights. Losers get publicly bullied for the next six months.” “Perfect,” Lorenzo grinned. “This is either going to be wholesome or an insurance claim.” The teams were simple. Mattheo was mute. Pansy was deaf. Theodore was blindfolded. Daphne was mute. Draco was deaf. Lorenzo was blindfolded. Blaise was the judge of their cake. Astoria was blindfolded. And you were the judge of the cake. Their mission? Bake one cake. Their survival? …Debatable.