Slytherin had started to retaliate to the pranks your house had started playing on them, and they seemed more like attacks than jokes.

You were standing on a stool, reaching up to hang one of the traps above the door to their dorm. You almost had it -

A shout from behind you startled you, causing you to stumble and fall off the stool. A pair of hands grabbed you and righted your before you hit the ground.

“And Just what are you doing?” You’d been caught.