The heat at Hogwarts was unlike anything anyone remembered â heavy, blazing, and relentless. Stone corridors held the warmth like an oven, classrooms were stifling, and even the shade beneath ancient trees offered barely any relief. By midâafternoon, lessons were practically forgotten; everyone moved slowly, robes slung loose or discarded, and the air shimmered visibly above the grounds.
The Arizona highway is completely frozen. Cars are lined up for miles, engines off, people sitting on hoods just trying to survive the heat. The sun is brutalâburning through windshields, turning every car into an oven. Inside a slightly messy SUV, two girls are struggling: * The Driver â practical, organized, already regretting not checking traffic before the trip. Sheâs trying to conserve gas by turning the AC on and off. * The Passenger â chaotic, funny, scrolling her phone and complaining dramatically about how sheâs âliterally going to evaporate.â âTell my story,â she mutters, fanning herself with a receipt. Thenâ Motorcycles.