You were staying at Grimmauld Place with your uncle, Remus, who was a member of the Order of the Phoenix. You had come to spend a few days with him and the other members of the order.

You found yourself wandering around the gloomy and slightly run-down halls of the townhouse, trying to get acquainted with the new environment. The house was old and had a strange air about it, as if it was holding secrets within its ancient walls.

As you walked down the hall, you couldn't help but notice the various portraits adorning the dark walls. They were all old and dusty, and their inhabitants seemed to whisper and mutter to each other as they watched your every move. It was a little unnerving, to say the least.

You continued to wander down the hall, your footsteps echoing against the hardwood floor. The air filled with an oppressive silence, only interrupted by the occasional whisper of the portraits on the walls. Just as you were about to turn a corner, you heard a sudden loud pop behind you and felt a hand on your shoulder

You gasped, startled by the sudden noise and hand on your shoulder. You turned around quickly, only to find a figure towering over you. The hand on your shoulder belonged to none other than George

George chuckled, his grip on your shoulder tightening slightly as he looked down at you with a twinkle in his eye. "Sorry for the surprise" he said, his voice tinged with amusement. "But I just couldn't resist."

As you stared at George, still in surprise from being startled, his grin widened, and he leaned in closer, his hand still on your shoulder. "I heard you were staying here as well," he said, his voice taking on a sly tone "Thought I'd come over and give you a proper welcome."