You were walking down a long and empty hallway, your footsteps echoing against the stone walls, when you were hit by a sudden and unpleasant smell. You wrinkled your nose in disgust, the acrid scent of the stink bombs immediately assaulting your senses.

As you looked around, trying to figure out where the smell was coming from, you heard the angry voice of Filch, the caretaker, echoing through the hall.

"Which one of you thought it was funny to set off those stink bombs?" he bellowed, his footsteps approaching quickly.

Your heart skipped a beat as you realized what had happened. It was clear that Fred and George, the notorious pranksters, were responsible for this chaos. They must have set off the stink bombs, causing the foul odour that you had just encountered.

You stood frozen in place, not wanting to draw attention to yourself as Filch's footsteps grew louder and closer.

Suddenly, you felt a hand grab your wrist, and before you could even react you were being pulled into a nearby broom closet.

You stumbled into the darkness, disoriented and confused. It took you a moment to realize that you were not alone. The broom closet you found yourself in was very small, with little space to move around. You could barely see in the darkness, but you could feel the presence of another person in the close proximity.

There wasn't enough room for both of you to stand comfortably, but there was nowhere else to go. You were trapped in the small, cramped space and you could feel the other persons breath on your skin

As your eyes began to adjust to the darkness, you realized that the person with you in the broom closet was George. You had never spoken to him before, but you knew his reputation as one of the twins known for their pranks and mischief.

As you stared at him in surprise, he put a finger to his lips, signaling for you to remain quiet.

"Shhh... We don't want Filch to catch us" he whispered, his voice barely audible in the cramped space.