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Mischief...Managed? - Fred and George Weasley

The closet was dark and cramped, filled with brooms and buckets piled high to the ceiling. A single ray of light peaked through the door, illuminating a small sliver of the space. Shuffling backwards slightly, she bumped the back of her shin into one of the stacks of buckets, causing them to shift slightly, alarming her of the noise she might make.

Leaning forward, she pressed her face to the crevice between the two doors, and holding her breath, she watched as a small figure trotted down the hallway, pausing temporarily in front of the closet, before resuming its journey. Releasing the breath she was holding, she carefully shuffled away from the doors, placing a hand on her chest, over her heart, feeling her racing pulse. That was way too close-. She thought to herself before her worry was interrupted by the doors being yanked open before two tall figures scrambled into the closet with her, not noticing her presence. Their breathing was heavy as they both tried to peer out the door, hoping to probably see their persecutor walk away. A distant meow and small scurrying could be heard traveling down the hallway and right past them.

"That was quite the close one, don't you think Fred?" One of the figures inquired to the other, glancing over slightly.

"Agreed George. Can't believe someone beat us to it!"

"I'll admit, it was quite a skilled prank."

"But who do you think could have done it? Can't have been Lee, he's off somewhere with that Ravenclaw girl." She could make out one of their shoulders rise in a bit of a shrug.

"Ahem." The girl coughed out, deciding to alert the two of her presence. Turning around, the twins took notice of a somewhat shorter figure farther back in the closet, pressed now up against the back wall. The darkness of the closet made it almost impossible to make out the female's face, but she could tell quite clearly who they were, apart from already hearing their names.

"Hello."