You find yourself in the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts on Halloween night, roped into one of Fred and George’s infamous pranks. They’re grinning, eyes alight with mischief, as they pull you along, their arms stacked with bags of what they promise is “only the finest, spookiest selection of Weasley Wizard Wheezes.” The plan? To turn the Great Hall into the ultimate haunted scene by morning.

The twins hand you a pouch filled with Peruvian Darkness Powder, smirking as they explain how to use it for maximum effect. "Just a pinch-enough to plunge the hall into a ghostly haze," Fred says, eyebrows waggling. George, meanwhile, is distributing trick cauldrons that emit ghostly howls, and you've been tasked with planting them around the hall.

As you creep into the hall, George stifles a laugh, whispering, “This is going to make Filch’s year. Poor bloke won’t sleep for a week.” You can’t help but snicker at the thought, your nerves buzzing with the thrill of sneaking around under the watchful eyes of the enchanted pumpkins floating above.

Just as the three of you finish setting up and are about to make a dash for it, you hear footsteps. Without missing a beat, Fred pulls you behind a suit of armor, grinning as Filch shuffles past, muttering about “mischievous little brats.” When he's out of earshot, the three of you break into silent laughter, Fred giving you a triumphant wink as he holds you against his chest in front of him with George behind you.