The second the bathroom door swung open, it was like walking into a luxury spa run by mildly feral chaos goblins who had definitely read too much fanfic and decided to lean in.
Steam curled around us like an overly affectionate snake with boundary issues. The lights were dimmed to "romantic vampire lair" levels, the mirror was so fogged up it looked like it had just survived a ghost attack, and Ed Sheeran's Shivers was playing from the speakers—courtesy of Kori, who proudly called it "romantic Earth crooning." Honestly? Not wrong.
Kori glided in like she was starring in a Bollywood rain sequence—dramatic, flawless, somehow glowing despite the lack of actual glitter. She spun in a slow, sultry circle like the goddess of sensual chaos she absolutely was and announced, "Behold! The sacred chamber of cleanliness and longing awaits!"
Raven paused in the doorway like she'd just walked into an orgy she hadn't RSVP'd for. "Did you light candles?"
"Of course," Kori said with a radiant smile. "They are scented with pomegranate and lust."
"You mean musk," Raven deadpanned.
Kori didn't blink. "I said what I said."
I cleared my throat and dropped into that voice—the one that had once made Kara drop a glass and question her life choices. "Just relax, Rae. Worst case, you end up clean, mildly aroused, and with the skin of a K-drama star."
She gave me a slow once-over like she was debating whether to hex me or kiss me. "You say that like it's a bad thing."
"Exactly." I winked. She did not, in fact, hex me. Progress.
Kori was already in the process of divesting herself of her clothes with the graceful, slow-motion confidence of someone who knows she could end wars just by showing up in heels. Her top came off with a swirl, and her skirt followed in a move so smooth it probably violated several laws of physics. Her body glowed in the dim light like it had been sculpted by some overachieving Olympian with a flair for the dramatic.
My brain short-circuited. "You know, you really don't have to set the bar that high. Some of us are still running on mortal libido here."
Kori tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Should I have done the splits again?"
Raven, behind me, muttered, "Please don't encourage her."
"Are you saying it didn't work last time?" I teased.
Kori beamed. "Harry ranked it number one in my top ten most devastatingly hot moments."
"Actually," I said, pointing at Raven without looking away from Kori, "your slow-mo sock removal just bumped her to number two."
"I was literally taking off a sock," Raven said, tugging at said sock like it had personally betrayed her.
"And it was the most erotically tortured thing I've ever seen," I replied, completely serious. "You had the tragic sensual energy of a French noir assassin. I think the sock cried a little."
"You're impossible," she grumbled—but her lips twitched like she was losing the battle to smirk.
"Sexy and impossible," I corrected. "It's part of my brand."
Raven sighed and pulled her shirt over her head. Her sports bra stayed on, but only just. I mean, I was trying really hard to be respectful, but I have eyes. And Raven? She looked like she could bench-press trauma and still have energy left over to levitate your heart straight out of your chest. With consent, of course.
"You're staring," she said.
"I'm admiring," I said. "Big difference. Staring is creepy. Admiring is poetic. You, my love, are dangerous art."
Kori stepped into the shower area and struck a pose. "Shall we not all shed the clothes of the patriarchy and embrace the glorious sparkle soap?"
"I vote yes," I said, already tugging off my shirt. "Also, bonus: one of the body washes is glittery. Another smells like coconut sin. The third? Lavender vengeance. You get to choose your final form."
Raven looked between the two of us like she couldn't decide whether to laugh or bolt. "You two are a disaster."
I pulled her gently by the wrist. "Correction: we are a sexy disaster. And you love it."
Kori peeked out from behind the curtain, eyes wide and gleaming. "I also brought bath bombs. One of them fizzes into a heart. The other… is shaped like a very suggestive banana."
"Of course it is," Raven muttered.
"And it's not just a bath," I said. "It's an experience. We've got shampoo that smells like vanilla thunderstorms, loofahs made from ethically-sourced cloud fluff, and—this is the big one—a waterproof speaker for our chaotic playlists."
Kori gasped. "You did not bring the 'Seducing Hot People' playlist."
"I updated it last night," I said smugly. "Now featuring Marvin Gaye, Doja Cat, and—because I believe in miracles—Prince."
Raven looked at me with a flat expression. "You planned this."
I grinned. "I masterminded it. I didn't spend half my Hogwarts years dodging death and raising magical hell just to have boring showers, Rae."
She narrowed her eyes, stepping forward. "One day, this charming chaos act is going to bite you."
"Hopefully while I'm still shirtless," I whispered, just loud enough for her to hear.
She tried—really tried—not to smile. Failed. Her fingers brushed mine. "You're the worst."
"And you love me anyway."
Kori practically purred, "Come, my loves! Let us be clean, seductive, and moisturized!"
And with that, we disappeared into the steam like hot mythological drama queens.
Best. Shower. Ever.
—
Oh, the shower was already running—water cascading down like some divine spa waterfall on loan from Mount Olympus. If I'd had the option to rate this bathroom on Yelp, I'd give it seven stars, write a sonnet, and propose marriage with a ring made of loofah. The steam curled around us like it was trying to seduce someone. Honestly? It was doing a better job than I was. And I'm very good at seduction. Ask anyone. (Preferably not McGonagall.)
Raven was the first to step in—reluctantly, because she's genetically incapable of admitting she enjoys anything that involves the word "group." But the way her shoulders relaxed under the spray? Girl melted like a popsicle in July.
She exhaled, long and slow. "Okay. This is… kind of magical."
Kori, naturally, glided in behind her like a Bollywood goddess doing a shampoo commercial. If shampoo commercials included smoldering glances and the light scent of pomegranate-lust candles. She pressed close to Raven, humming. "Is it not divine? The bonding of shared exfoliation rituals!"
Raven blinked at her. "Is that what we're calling this?"
Kori grinned. "Also the bonding of nakedness and the admiring of toned muscles, but yes!"
Then I stepped in. The temperature rose, the tension tripled, and I swear the loofah vibrated with power in my hand like I was holding Mjolnir's spicy cousin.
"Alright, ladies," I announced, striking my best hero pose—read: I flexed like I wasn't flexing. "It's lathering time. Prepare to be cleansed, emotionally and epidermally."
Raven arched a brow at me. "That sounds like a threat and a pickup line."
"Correct," I said, smirking. "And both are equally effective."
She snorted, but her eyes flicked down to my abs, then away again like she hadn't just rated them an 11/10. (Which, yes, I noticed. I'm observant. And also maybe a little smug.)
Kori beamed at me like I'd just solved world peace with a bubble wand. "Oh! You are bringing the loofah of destiny! May I have the first scrub?"
"Kori," I said, handing it to her with a dramatic flourish. "For you, I would battle dragons and fight Zeus naked with just this loofah and my wit."
"That would be very distracting to the Zeus," she said seriously.
"Exactly my strategy."
Kori started working lather onto my shoulders like she was painting a masterpiece, every movement slow and sensual. Her fingers traced the curve of my spine like she was reading poetry in Braille.
"You are tense," she murmured. "From excessive brooding?"
"Mostly from watching you do that," I said, voice low.
Behind us, Raven cleared her throat, very unsubtle. "Some of us are here for actual hygiene."
"Oh, you wound me," I said, turning to her with my best tragic-hero face. "And here I thought this was the sacred bonding ritual of the emotionally repressed trio with unresolved sexual tension."
She rolled her eyes so hard I'm shocked they didn't orbit the Earth. But she stepped closer.
"I'll take the glitter body wash," she said. "If I'm going to be uncomfortable, I might as well sparkle."
I handed it over. "Good choice. It's infused with unicorn tears and poor decisions."
Kori hummed happily, looping an arm around both of us, cheeks glowing. "I am most joyful! Look at us! United in nudity and sarcasm!"
"I'm still only here for the water pressure," Raven deadpanned.
"Sure," I said. "And I'm only here because the shampoo smells like cookies and sexual confusion."
We all stood there for a moment, hot water streaming down, steam rising, tension fizzing in the air like soda pop shaken too hard.
And yeah. Maybe it was just a shower.
But it felt like the start of something epic. And probably very, very complicated.
Which, let's be honest, is kind of my brand.
—
Ten minutes in, the "sacred bonding ritual" had officially devolved into full-blown steamy chaos—less Greek tragedy, more romantic comedy with an R-rating and aggressive shampooing.
It started when Raven—sneaky little sorceress that she is—used a flick of her fingers to send a precise splash of water right into Kori's face. Kori shrieked like someone had insulted her favorite telenovela, then retaliated by slapping the water with both hands, accidentally soaking all of us like an overexcited sea otter.
"Oh-ho, it's war now," I declared, lunging in to flank Raven mid-rinse like the world's sexiest sneak attack. My hands slid to her shoulders—firm, confident, and possibly blessed by massage gods—and her reaction was immediate.
Her breath caught. Knees: wobbled. Eyes: rolled. Sass level: maximum.
"Harry," she gasped. "You're interfering with my existential dread."
"Correction," I whispered into her ear. "I'm helping you exfoliate your emotional repression."
"Gross," she muttered, not moving away. "Also, keep doing that."
Kori was singing again, some Tamaranean love ballad with more vowels than I could count and approximately zero personal space. She tried to twirl between us, misjudged the slipperiness, and full-on body-slammed me into Raven, sending all three of us sliding into the wall like a sexy, squeaky bowling ball.
The towel rack—RIP, brave soldier—did not survive.
"Okay!" Raven wheezed, pinned between me and Kori like the world's most reluctant panini. "Personal space! Remember that concept?"
"We're literally in a two-person shower!" I yelped, bracing one hand on the tile and the other on Raven's hip, which, for the record, is not the worst place to land in an accidental group cuddle.
"Then maybe stop breathing like a romance novel narrator!"
"Not my fault," I shot back, grinning wickedly. "You try smelling bergamot and sandalwood and resisting the urge to monologue about passion. Also, you're both naked and pressed against me like a sexy panini—of course I'm narrating."
Kori beamed. "I do not mind! This is very much like the Earth dramas! The forbidden tension! The accidental touching! The occasional accidental grabbing of the bums!"
I raised an eyebrow. "Kori… was that last part an accident?"
She giggled. "Mostly!"
Meanwhile, Raven was trying very hard to pretend she hadn't just made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a whimper when I brushed her hair back and tilted her chin to rinse the soap from her face.
"This is ridiculous," she muttered, eyes fluttering shut.
"But like… good ridiculous," I said, leaning in and kissing her temple, slow and warm, just because I could.
She sighed, annoyed and slightly flushed. "Shut up and rinse me."
I grinned. "See? That's love. Conditional, soap-based love."
"I will condition your face with my foot," she threatened.
Kori gasped. "That is also the love language of Tamaranean battle-courtship!"
Somewhere in the chaos, Kori ended up behind me, hands sliding up my chest, her lips brushing my ear. "I claim you for the kingdom of squeaky floors and shampoo kisses."
"You know," I said, my voice a little rougher, "you could've just said you liked me."
"But this is more fun," she whispered, pressing a kiss just below my jaw.
Raven groaned, but I saw her smirk in the mirror's fogged reflection. "If either of you drops the soap, I'm teleporting to another dimension."
"You wouldn't," I said.
She gave me a look. "Try me, Loofah King."
Honestly? Between Kori's sunshine-and-seduction, Raven's biting sarcasm with a side of barely hidden fondness, and me being—well, me—I was pretty sure this shower deserved a Netflix series, a warning label, and possibly divine intervention.
But I wasn't complaining. Not even a little.
—
Eventually, the chaos slowed—like someone finally hit the "pause" button on our very steamy, slightly ridiculous rom-com.
The towel rack was still dead. The shampoo bottle lay face-down in the corner like it had seen things and needed therapy. But the three of us? We'd gone from "battle royale" to "post-war cuddles" real quick.
Kori was the first to shift gears. She stood behind me, her fingers combing gently through my hair, humming this hauntingly sweet Tamaranean lullaby that I couldn't understand, but made my ribs ache anyway. Her touch was all warmth and sunshine, like someone distilled summer and gave it hands. Every time her fingers brushed my neck, goosebumps erupted like they were staging a protest.
"Is it not beautiful?" she whispered, lips brushing just behind my ear. "This quiet after the chaos?"
"It is," I murmured. "You're kind of like a walking poem. If that poem also had really aggressive cuddling and the grip strength of a gorilla."
She giggled. "Only when properly motivated!"
I didn't ask what "properly motivated" meant, but I had theories. All of them rated PG-13 and up.
Raven, meanwhile, had pressed herself against my front, her head resting right over my heart like she was eavesdropping on it. And if that wasn't already enough to make my brain short-circuit, she exhaled this tiny sigh—barely audible, like the sound of walls coming down.
"You okay?" I asked quietly, brushing a damp strand of hair off her cheek.
"I'm standing naked in a too-small shower, wedged between a hormonal sun goddess and the literal poster boy for emotional whiplash," she muttered.
I blinked. "Is that a yes?"
She nodded into my chest. "Weirdly… yeah. I'm good."
"Careful," I teased, brushing my fingers lightly along her spine. "If you keep saying nice things, people might start thinking you're a marshmallow on the inside."
"Say that again and I'll hex your eyebrows off."
Kori gasped. "No! His eyebrows are of perfection! Like little angry caterpillars of brooding masculinity!"
"See?" I said, smirking. "Kori appreciates the art."
"She also thinks waffle makers are a form of religious enlightenment," Raven deadpanned.
"Because they are," Kori chimed cheerfully, completely missing the sarcasm.
The water was starting to cool, but no one moved. There was this moment—silent, warm, a little vulnerable—where we all just… breathed.
My arms wrapped tighter around Raven. Kori's hand slipped down to mine. And it hit me, all at once—like a freight train wrapped in a Hallmark card.
This was it.
Not the spells. Not the duels. Not the epic wizardy power moves that made people stare like I'd just drop-kicked Voldemort in the face while juggling flaming swords (which I did, once, long story). No. The real magic?
It was this.
Steam curling around us like a protective charm. Laughter echoing against tile. A lullaby in a language older than Earth. Fingers tracing paths along skin, learning the shape of comfort. The fierce, ridiculous, messy feeling of being loved, even when you're shampooing someone else's hair and slipping on conditioner in the process.
This was the good stuff.
The kind of thing no wand could cast and no prophecy could predict.
The kind of thing that smelled faintly like citrus, sandalwood, and—let's be honest—unresolved trauma.
"Hey," Raven murmured after a beat, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thanks for… this."
"Anytime," I said softly. Then, grinning: "You're both welcome for the five-star loofah experience. Accepting tips in kisses and sarcastic compliments."
Kori turned my face and kissed me—slow, lingering, like she was savoring every second. "Then allow me to give you both."
Raven rolled her eyes but didn't pull away. "Fine. You're the least terrible person I know."
Honestly?
I'll take it.
—
The bathroom was quiet now, save for the soft hum of the exhaust fan, which I swear is like a battle cry for "don't even think about being too peaceful here." Raven was over by the mirror, towel wrapped around her waist, eyes narrowed in concentration as she worked on drying her hair—complete with that "I'm a mysterious, slightly grumpy person, don't talk to me" vibe she's always got going. Kori had disappeared into the next room, probably summoning an ethereal cosmic force to brew her perfect cup of tea. Which meant... finally some one-on-one time with Raven.
I leaned against the counter, arms folded, watching her with a touch more interest than I'd care to admit. And by "interest," I mean I was desperately trying not to stare at how she looked, even with her hair all wet and messy. Yeah, I know—I'm a mess.
"You've been awfully quiet," I said, trying to sound casual. "Usually, you have something sarcastic to shoot my way by now. Did I break you?"
Raven gave me a sidelong glance, but she didn't even crack a smile. "I'm conserving energy. Can't be throwing out sarcasm for free, Harry. That stuff's premium."
"Ahh, so no sarcasm for me today? Guess I'll have to dial back the charm a bit." I grinned, pushing off the counter, moving a little closer. Not too close, though. You know, personal space and all that.
Her eyes flickered up at that, and for a second, there was this tiny, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of her lips. It was a smile, but not the kind she'd usually give me. It was... softer. Less "I'm secretly plotting your doom" and more "I'm gonna let you live another five minutes today."
"Not possible," she said, her voice soft but still holding that edge of cool detachment.
"Well, now I'm sad. Guess I'll have to sulk... or—wait, let me guess—I'm gonna get a lecture about feelings?" I raised an eyebrow. It was a joke, sure, but honestly, I wasn't sure what kind of conversation this was going to turn into. You never know with Raven.
Her shoulders tensed for a second. Classic Raven move. And then she let out a breath, as if she was done keeping up the walls, and dropped her towel onto the counter. She didn't even look at me as she spoke, but I could tell the words meant something.
"I don't know," she said quietly, so quietly I almost missed it. "I guess I'm just... I'm not used to feeling comfortable. Not with people. But... with you and Kori? I don't have to pretend I'm some big mystery. I can just be here. In the moment."
I blinked. "Wait... you're saying you don't have to act like a complicated riddle wrapped in a nightmare? Does this mean you've decided to not be emotionally unavailable for once?"
Her eyes snapped up to mine, and there was that flicker of something in them. Could've been annoyance. Could've been something else. It didn't matter. All that mattered was the moment—Raven, actually letting me in.
"I just… don't know how to explain it," she said, her voice dropping lower. "I don't have to keep people at arm's length here. It's easier that way, but with you two? It feels like I can actually breathe."
"Well," I said, shifting a little closer, trying to stay in my "cool, calm Harry" mode, but failing. "You can breathe all you want. No judgment here. You don't have to explain a thing. Not to me."
That came out way smoother than I expected. Maybe it's the whole "part-time Kryptonian, part-time wizard" thing giving me confidence, but I wasn't gonna overthink it. Raven was... well, Raven. And if she wanted to trust me, even a little, I was all for it.
She turned to face me fully now, eyes softening just enough for me to see the real her underneath all the sarcasm and shadow. "I don't usually... let people in," she said, her voice barely audible now. "Not like this. But with you two? I feel like maybe I don't have to keep fighting it."
And now my chest was doing that thing again. You know, the thing where it feels like your heart just skipped a beat and bam—it's suddenly hard to breathe because this girl, this dark angel of sarcasm and mystery, just let me see the raw stuff that she hides from everyone else.
"You don't have to fight anything, Rae," I said, voice softer. "Not with me. Not with Kori. We're not trying to make you something you're not. We like you, the way you are."
She stayed quiet for a second, and then—god, I wasn't ready for this—she shifted, just enough to let her shoulder brush against mine.
I almost thought she'd pull away immediately, but she didn't. She just stayed there, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Thanks," she said, a little raw in her tone, like she didn't say that kind of thing often. "For not trying to fix me."
"Oh, I don't fix people," I said with a wink. "I'm a work in progress myself. And anyway, I'm pretty sure you're already perfect—flaws and all." I nudged her lightly with my elbow. "If I'm being honest, I kind of love how much of a mess you are."
That made her laugh. A real laugh this time, the kind where you can tell it's genuine and not a sarcastic defense mechanism. It was... kinda beautiful. And I wasn't ready to admit how much that did to me, but I would later, probably in a full-on existential crisis about my feelings.
"I think you might be more messed up than I am," she said, smirking, but it wasn't the same old "I'm gonna ruin your life" smirk. This one was softer, almost like... affection. Actual affection.
"True, true," I said. "But, like I always say—everybody loves a beautiful disaster."
And just like that, the tension between us started to shift. It wasn't just a playful exchange anymore. It was real. Like... this moment was real. And we both knew it.
Just then, Kori walked back in, her smile practically glowing, and she had that look on her face that said, I know exactly what you two are doing, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she just perched herself next to me, throwing an arm around my shoulders with a smile that was both fierce and tender.
"What did I miss?" she asked, eyes dancing with that familiar cosmic mischief.
I grinned, my hand instinctively resting against her waist. "Oh, you know... just talking about how messed up we all are."
Kori leaned in, her voice low and teasing. "Sounds like my kind of conversation."
And in that moment, it all made sense. I was exactly where I was meant to be. With Raven, with Kori, with the others—yeah, it was a hot mess, but it was our mess. And that was something I'd never change.
—
Alright, so here we are. The bathroom door creaked open and, naturally, I was met with the stares. Not the kind of stares that make you feel like you're under a microscope in a science lab—oh no. These were intense, like they were waiting for a bird to pop out of my hair and start reciting Shakespeare. Yeah. That's the energy I was walking into.
Kori came out first, humming her usual weird, chipper alien tune that, for some reason, made me feel like I was in a Disney movie. I'd bet you anything that if she could, she'd have birds perched on her shoulders like a cartoon character. That's the vibe she gives off. She caught my eye and gave me a wink, the kind that meant: "Oh, I know something you don't." Great. So this was already going to be fun.
Then, out came Raven. The poor girl looked like she was walking into a firing squad, and I couldn't blame her. I mean, let's be real, when your boyfriend's got a team of super-powered girlfriends (all of whom have... enthusiastic opinions about things), you kinda get ready to face the music. And by music, I mean chaos.
As Raven stepped out, I could feel the air shift. All seven of them were already lined up like they were ready for a Q&A session. It was the kind of vibe where the tension could cut through steel. There was Kara, arms folded and giving off her usual "I'm serious but also secretly adorable" Supergirl vibe. Then there was Deedee, practically glowing with that "I might just be death, but I'm so cute you'd let me kill you anyway" energy. Seriously, I'm convinced she's got some dark magic going on to be so adorable and so terrifying at the same time. Behind her was Megan, looking at Raven like she was about to dissect her life story in two seconds. Mareena, the literal daughter of Aquaman and Mera, tried to look bored, but I could tell she was holding in a laugh. Classic Mareena.
Tia—my Supergirl clone, aka Galatea—was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking like she had seen it all before and was just here for the entertainment. Zatanna was calm as always, but if you knew her, you'd recognize the glint in her eyes that said, "This is going to be hilarious."
Kori grinned and sauntered past me, giving Kara the kind of hug that could break someone's ribs but, oddly, made you feel like you were wrapped in a warm blanket. "Not yet, Raven. First, we do a proper greeting," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness.
I glanced back at Raven and couldn't help but smirk. "Ready for this, Raven?" I asked, my voice all but dripping with amusement. "The interrogation is about to begin."
Raven gave me the patented Raven stare—the one that said, I'm going to melt your face off with just a look—and crossed her arms over her chest. "I've dealt with worse," she said, as if she were too cool for this entire situation.
Yeah, sure, Raven. You've been through a lot, but you haven't faced this crew before.
And then—bam—Deedee spoke. Of course she did. "So, Raven," she started, her voice unnervingly cheery. "How was it? Harry's a lot, you know."
I couldn't help but grin. "Yeah, Raven. He's a lot," I said, dramatically rolling my eyes. I was about to make some ridiculous joke about needing a nap after that "workout," but Megan beat me to it.
Her green eyes practically glowed with interest as she tilted her head at Raven. "You don't need to be shy. We all know what happens with Harry. It's just... how far did you make it?" she asked, leaning in like she was getting ready to hear a juicy gossip tidbit. "No need to be modest. We're all friends here."
Mareena chuckled from the back, her arms casually resting against the doorframe, her blonde hair shimmering in the light. "Just don't break anything, Raven. I've seen that happen before." She gave me an apologetic look—because I'm the one who might have been involved in breaking a few things in the past. Oops.
Raven's face flushed, and she took a deep breath, clearly trying to maintain the calm, cool, collected image she's known for. "I'm not going into detail," she muttered.
Tia, being Tia, leaned forward and shot Raven a look that was half sarcastic, half conspiratorial. "Let me guess. You're still alive, which means you survived. But Harry's stamina is—how do I put this delicately?—superhuman. I mean, superhuman."
Zatanna, ever the cool one, chimed in with a smile that said, I know the secret. "Honestly, I don't know how you do it, Harry. The guy's like a Duracell battery that never runs out."
I threw my hands up. "Hey! I can't help it! Amazonian blood, people!" I shot a wink at Raven, whose face was a mixture of amusement and I can't believe I'm stuck in this circus. "You're in good hands, trust me."
Deedee raised her eyebrows. "Yeah, but those hands come with a lot of energy. Just saying." She wiggled her fingers at Raven like she was about to cast some kind of spell, then gave me a look that made me want to hide behind the nearest piece of furniture.
Megan leaned forward, practically vibrating with excitement. "Come on, Raven! Just one thing. What made you go 'Oh my god', you know?"
Kori slapped a hand over her eyes, groaning. "Megan, can we not? Not everyone needs to be that specific, alright?"
The whole room burst into laughter. Even Raven let out a small chuckle, though she quickly composed herself. She raised her hands in mock surrender, as if conceding defeat. "Fine. Fine. We made it through the night. No one was harmed in the process. Are you happy now?"
There was a collective whoop from the group, and I swear, if I didn't know better, I'd say they were about to throw a parade in Raven's honor for surviving.
"Well, if we're done with all the questions—" I began, but was immediately cut off by Kori's sweet yet mischievous voice.
"Not quite, darling," Kori said, a sly smile on her lips. "You really don't want to know what happens once you all leave, do you?"
I raised an eyebrow, about to protest, but Raven, who was clearly at the end of her rope, rolled her eyes and sighed. "Alright. You want details? Harry's a lot. But I survived."
The room erupted into laughter. I couldn't help but grin wider than I thought was humanly possible. The girls were starting to loosen up, and even Raven seemed kinda okay with the situation.
"See?" I said, glancing around at all of them. "Told you I'm not easy to keep up with."
And as I looked at Kori, who was practically glowing with amusement, and Raven, who was slowly but surely getting used to being part of the chaos, I couldn't help but think—yeah. This was my life. Wild, unpredictable, and full of love, laughter, and a whole lot of stamina.
And honestly? Who needed normal anyway?
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