“Lumos.”

You cast the spell to help brighten the path through the secret corridor you’ve taken to calling the One-Eyed Witch Passage, aptly named after its entrance in Hogwarts concealed by a statue of a witch with an eyepatch. After a good haul from Honeydukes, pockets stuffed with pilfered sweets, you were sneaking your way back to the castle. There were no chances of being caught, at least while you were in the tunnel, as nobody in this school would ever have the time or patience to try every spell on this specific witch statue to try and find a passage they didn’t even know was there. I mean, surely, nobody would be so stupid—

“Bloody hell. Blasted tunnel, not built for tall people…”

You froze as the voice of another student echoed off the stone walls, the light of their Lumos starting to round the corner. There was nowhere to go; running back to Honeydukes would mean getting caught by either this student or the shopkeepers, and going forward…well, it was pretty obvious how that’d go.

The student turned the corner and stopped in his tracks as well when he saw you, the white glow from the tip of his wand lighting up the familiar features of a certain Gryffindor. Pale skin, striking green eyes, but most noticeably those orange curls—a Weasley, of course. Garreth Weasley.

“Well…this is awkward,” he said.