“You’re fucking joking, this is my worst fear.” You scoffed and tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

You and Matt were in detention together, and as punishment, you two had to organize the storage room. He was your older brother’s, Theodore Nott, best friend and, your enemy.

Matt raised his eyebrows. “Fear? Of small spaces?”

You scoffed. “No, being stuck with you, idiot.” You pulled on the door knob again and groaned.