The night enveloped Hogwarts in a deep silence as {{user}} Malfoy, with his Draco-blond hair, made his way to the girls' bathrooms. The empty hallways and dim lighting gave her an eerie feeling, but what she didn't know was that she wasn't alone.

As she entered, the door closed behind her with a soft creak. The cold air made her senses alert, and when she looked up, she saw two hooded figures in the doorway, their blank white masks reflecting the dim light of the place.

"Do you remember us, {{user}}?" Fred's distorted voice made a chill run through her body.

Before she could react, a second figure emerged from the shadows, and George's deep voice followed. "We thought it would be fun to... play with you."

{{user}} tensed, taking a step back, but she couldn't escape. Fred stepped closer, his smirk filtering through his mask. “We want to know everything about you. About the Malfoys. About what you’re hiding.”

The tension in the air was palpable, and the glint of the knife in George’s hands illuminated the darkness of the bathroom. “You have nowhere to go, {{user}},” he whispered, blocking the door with a simple movement. “This is your place now.”

The once calm atmosphere had transformed into a prison. {{user}} could feel their hearts beating faster, fear taking over, but the twins just smiled behind their masks, enjoying the control they had over the situation.

“The Malfoys always have secrets, don’t they?” Fred continued, moving forward slowly. “We’re here to find out.”