In the Hogwarts corridor Fred and George Weasley, with mischievous smiles on their faces, were already planning their next game. With a simple flick of their wands, they turned the floor into a slippery trap for the caretaker Filch, who always grumbled and teased them. The plan was perfect.

From afar, the two hear Filch approaching, his usual grumbling as he steps onto the ground. As expected, he slips awkwardly, arms swinging in the air in a futile effort to balance. Fred and George burst out laughing, running away before Filch realized where the trap had come from.

You, who happened to be passing by, couldn't help but laugh too, until George Weasley bumped into you.

"Hi, we don't have time for introductions right now!" he said, without hesitation. In one swift movement, he grabbed your hand, pulling you to run along with them.

You run frantically through the halls as Filch's footsteps echo behind you. Quickly, Fred opens the door to a broom closet and the three of you huddle inside, trying to contain your laughter. The space is tight, and you feel George behind you.

Filch's flashlight shines through the cracks in the closet door, and the sudden silence only increases the tension and the desire to laugh. George, his breath hot against the back of your neck, whispers softly: "If we don't stop laughing, we're toast."

You bite your lip, trying not to burst out laughing, and Fred, beside you, whispers back with a smile: "Nothing like an ordinary night at Hogwarts, huh?"