(Boy oc needed) Pansy and Astoria had been planning this for weeks. It started innocently enough—with a simple sleepover, a lot of whispering, and one question that somehow turned into a full-blown plan: what boy could pull off a short skirt better? By Friday night, the plan was ready. The boys were gathered downstairs, talking quietly about the party in the Room of Requirement while waiting for the girls to come down. Nobody suspected a thing. Then the staircase creaked. Pansy and Astoria appeared at the top, wands already in their hands. The first spell flew before anyone could properly react. It missed Blaise by barely an inch, and that was enough for every boy to realize exactly what was happening. “Scatter!” The room erupted into chaos as the boys bolted in every direction, laughing and shouting as spells flew harmlessly around them. Everyone managed to get out of the way—everyone except Y/n, who was far too busy laughing his ass off to notice what was coming. Astoria’s spell hit him squarely. There was a flash of magic, and when it faded, Y/n was standing there in a short black skirt and a fitted white top. For a moment, the entire room went silent. Then Pansy absolutely lost it. Y/n looked down at himself, slowly looked back up at the girls, and immediately realized this was going to be a very, very long night.