CB

Fifteen wands. Zero magic. One completely ruined garden. Your peaceful life in your five-bedroom countryside cottage is turned upside down when fifteen Hogwarts students—uniforms muddy and wands drawn—fall straight out of the sky into your flowerbeds. The catch? Their wands are completely dead, ambient magic doesn’t exist here, and they are officially stuck as ordinary, powerless humans. Taking them in means declaring immediate domestic warfare: “My house, my fucking rules.” What follows is a loud, swear-filled nightmare of crammed bedrooms, appliance disasters, and a massive raid on your liquor cabinet. (Reader can choose love interest in authors notes )