It was late at night, the corridors were empty and dimly lit by the moonlight coming in through the window. You quickly rounded a corner trying to get away from the noisy meows Mrs. Norris was making . If Filch found you, you’d be in a new world of trouble.

As you rounded the corner you slammed into something, hard. The force sent you toppling over and you landed right on top of Percy Weasley. The Gryffindor prefect. He wore a scowl on his face, true to his serious demeanor.

“Get off.”