"Lyyyyn~ Lyyyyn~ Lyyyyn~~~"
It was a snowy afternoon, and after classes Harry had dragged everyone into the fancy all-purpose tent to watch the snow fall. She grabbed Lynn's hand and swung it back and forth like a kid who wasn't getting her way, lips puffed out in a pout as she plastered herself to his side.
"Come on, just figure something out~ Pleeease…"
"Pretty please~?"
Her wheedling voice was so sweet it even made Cho (who was sitting across from them) go all soft. Cho totally forgot about the little snacks on the table and stared at Lynn with big curious eyes, looking back and forth between him and Harry.
"Your surgery was a little too successful, huh?"
Lynn's mouth twitched. All he could say was that Harry had gotten really good at weaponizing her cuteness. Compared to her tiny fists (which actually kinda hurt when she punched you), this sugary, clingy voice was way deadlier. If Lynn were actually an eleven-turning-twelve boy, he'd be toast right now.
"I'm already trying to think of something! It's Snape we're talking about—he's not exactly easy to convince."
"Then think faster~ Come onnn~"
"Let go of my hand first. Your steel plates are digging into me."
"Fine. I'll trade you Cho for the night—she'll be returned in perfect condition."
With that, Harry rolled up her sleeve and unleashed full Dragon King strength. Don't let those soft, pale arms fool you—they're not 100% pure squish. When she actually flexes, the lines on her arms look like they were carved out of white jade: smooth, warm, but you can still feel the power humming underneath.
"Wah—Harry, stop it…!"
Cho flailed a little as she was effortlessly subdued and then picked up like a gift basket. Getting princess-carried by your super-strong girlfriend? Yeah, first time for everything.
"Stop stop stop stop!"
Lynn clutched his temples. "Okay, okay, I'm thinking right now!"
"See, the smaller the chest, the bigger the hassle. Girls with just two screws bolted onto a steel plate are the absolute worst tier."
"Hey! I'm still growing! Once I'm a long-legged beauty with an actual rack, you'll be the one begging to stick around—and I might not be in the mood."
"I swear on my life I will never cling to you. Looking at you for more than three seconds already gives me a migraine."
"What if I wore a JK skirt and just… bandaids?" Harry smirked, gently setting Cho down next to Lynn and raising an eyebrow.
"???" Lynn's head snapped up. "When did you find my spicy manga?!"
"On the train, remember? Cho and I were in the tent for ages. Found it under your pillow."
"…"
Lynn suddenly remembered how red their faces were when they finally came out. He'd thought it was from the hot spring… not, uh, that.
"Spending an hour in a hot spring would turn your skin all pruney," Harry said with a triumphant grin, totally reading his mind. "Anyway, Cho and I liked it. Got any more?"
"If you wanna see that stuff, just stand in front of a mirror…"
Lynn rolled his eyes and reached into his four-dimensional pocket.
"The only idea I've got that might actually work… is probably this."
He pulled out a very familiar-looking flashlight.
"This is a Dreamlight. Anything you remember—or even stuff you make up in your head—can be projected with it. Made-up scenes might glitch or drop frames, but real memories come out crystal clear, even if you only half-remember them yourself."
"Kinda like a Pensieve, but way more convenient."
"I've got no idea what a Pensieve is, but this thing looks awesome!"
Harry's eyes sparkled as she stared at the flashlight.
"So how do you use it?"
She scooted right up next to Lynn, hugged her knees, and tilted her head. "Demo it for us?"
"Huh?"
Lynn paused, then shrugged. "Sure, why not. Wanna see my old hobo travel diary?"
With a flick of his mind he pulled a white sheet taut in mid-air like a movie screen, the tent lights dimmed, and the whole space switched to indoor-cinema mode.
"Nah, that's boring. Right, Cho?"
Harry giggled. "Let's see what kind of pretty girls Lynn's into!"
"Oh, I've got plenty of those."
He clicked the button. On the screen appeared a girl in flowing ancient robes, looking like she'd stepped straight out of a fairy tale.
"Wow, her dress is gorgeous! Who is she?"
"That's Old Liu—no wait, technically she's younger than me now. Immortal big-sis vibes. Of course she's gorgeous."
Harry narrowed her eyes and grinned like Anya from Spy x Family. "But she's not exactly the 'big chest, long legs' type you always talk about, is she?"
"She's an immortal goddess, okay? She gets the nostalgia filter. You wouldn't understand."
Lynn waved it off. "Just keep watching."
Being the kind of guy who wakes up to 99+ notifications every day, Lynn had an endless supply of thirst-trap selfies from girls trying to get his attention. Sure, filters and edits were involved… but the girls who added him in the first place were already stunning.
Harry's eyes went wide as an absolute parade of gorgeous older women flashed across the screen.
"Why is there a sweater that only covers the front and literally nothing in the back?!"
"Because it's hot. Duh." Lynn shrugged. 21st-century fashion was apparently a bit too advanced for 1990s Britain.
"I kinda want one…" Harry wiped imaginary drool from her chin.
"You can't even fill it out yet, give it up."
"But I could make someone who can fill it out wear it for me~ Hehe."
"Hehe, solid plan."
Lynn nodded seriously. "I support this idea 100%."
Cho hugged herself as two pairs of eyes turned toward her in perfect sync, her whole face bright red.
"Cho still has a few years to grow into that," Lynn said, looking away like a gentleman. "Not yet."
"Yep, way too early for Cho right now," Harry agreed, nodding sagely.
"You two—!" Cho grabbed a throw pillow and started whacking them both over the head. The two culprits ran around the tent squealing.
"Lynn, more! I wanna see more pretty ladies!"
"You'll get aesthetic fatigue. How about this one instead?"
He smirked and projected a new picture.
"Hot or what?" he asked Harry.
"SUPER HOT!" (She yelled it at full volume.)
"That's a dude. One hundred percent dude."
Harry froze, eyes blank with betrayal.
"But hey, no judgment! This is England—liking guys is totally legal. Great Britain's got its own rules. Just… please don't come after me."
"You're ugly anyway." Harry shoved him, huffed, and snatched the Dreamlight out of his hand. "I'm off to find Professor Snape. He'll totally say yes!"
She bounced out of the tent, threw on her cloak, and sprinted off through the snow.
Lynn hesitated. "…I should probably follow her."
He turned to Cho. "I'm a little worried Snape might… lose control or something…"
"Lose control of… what?" Cho blinked, not quite getting it.
"It's getting dark. A professor alone with a cute female student watching 'little movies'? Kinda sketchy, right?"
Cho finally caught on and turned pink. "Oh… yeah, that does sound bad…"
She grabbed Lynn's cloak and tossed it to him. "Come on, before she gets too far."
"No rush. I'll walk you back to the Ravenclaw common room first."