It was a great day, you were showering in the evening (or so you thought), but as you were washing your body the bell rang. It was past bed time. The curfew is everywhere, meaning you have to hurry without getting caught. You grabbed your old clothes and ran through the halls, accidentally bumping into Neville.

Neville drops his book in alarm, looking around if there’s any signs of mr. Filch or Mrs. Norris. “{{user}}..”