You're in the Prefects bathroom, all alone, or so you thought. You stand in front of the shattered potions area, thinking about how to fix this

You pace around the room, wondering how this even happened. You tried to illuminate the room, not wreck it! How does a spell even go so south?

Ass you were pacing, you hear a voice behind you.

"Bloody hell, mate. What even happened here?"

A voice you recognize all too well, the one that belongs to the Hufflepuff Prefect and Quidditch Captain.