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after a childish prank goes horribly wrong, the elite syndicate is trapped in the empty hogwarts dungeons for christmas break. their punishment? albus dumbledore has handed them real, breathing infants to keep alive. forced to share beds, swap diapers, and play house, the chaotic purebloods quickly find themselves completely out of their depth. it's supposed to be a nightmare, but between the sleepless nights and the forced proximity, the platonic lines for lorenzo berkshire and y/n are blurring. and they're becoming disgustingly, hopelessly in love during the domestic trap. “you call me baby… fuck, that’s so gross!” — FTSG by emma andersen