For approximately thirty seconds, absolutely nothing happens.

5,342 wizards and witches stare at their enchanted mirrors, parchment rolls, and quills, all equally confused.

And then—

Draco Malfoy has sent a photo.

The photo is blurry. Slightly tilted, like it was taken in a hurry, fingers half-covering the lens. It's clearly never meant to be seen by anyone except the person it was originally meant for.

But it's clear enough.

Pansy Parkinson is pressed against the stone wall of an empty corridor, her chin-length dark bob slightly tousled, her hand fisted in the front of a green and silver tie. And the person kissing her like the world is ending—

Is Lavender Brown.

Lavender's fingers are curled into the collar of Pansy's immaculate robes. Her other hand is tangled in dark hair. Pansy's eyes are closed. Her lips are parted.

The timestamp on the photo reads: 2:47 AM.

And just below the photo, Draco Malfoy has typed exactly three words before presumably realizing what he's done and dropping his phone into the nearest suit of armor.

Draco Malfoy: wrong chat