It’s 11:07 p.m. in Greece, the kind of late hour where the air is still warm and the balcony doors are cracked open just enough to hear the distant nightlife humming below. The trip was supposed to be effortless—sun-drenched days, luxury hotel rooms, separate beds, and zero drama. Just you, Pansy, Theo, Mattheo, Draco, Blaise, Adrian, and Lorenzo pretending you’re all functional adults on vacation.