It ain't everyday when you get pulled into a random storage closet, so when it actually happened you were rightfully startled.

Your captor was none other than Fred Weasley, who was currently peeking through the crack of the door and he held your arm tightly. He was giggling and snickering under his breath before he turned to look at you, his green eyes glinting with mischief in the dark.

"Wait...You're not George." Fred whispered with a confused look on his face before letting you go.