Neville
Wednesday. Eleven p.m. Me and about ten other people from the DA were squished into the back of one of Filch's old, unused broom cupboards somewhere on the fifth floor. I wasn't entirely sure exactly where this thing was located, because after we'd been spat out of the Room of Requirement's little secret moving door, we'd heard footsteps and all had to jam ourselves into the closest hiding place there was. Which happened to be a broom cupboard. Brilliant. All the twigs from the end of the brooms stashed in here were poking me in the face and I couldn't move them because Snape was having a long, heartfelt conversation with the girl Carrow right outside this door. They were discussing the school, and some improvements they'd like to make, such as reinstating Umbridge's old rule about no student gatherings of over three people. It didn't bother me that our DA meetings would once again become illegal; that had happened before, under Umbridge, and nothing had really come of it until the end, and the Room of Requirement was much better protected now. I was only bothered by the length of time it was taking Snape and that girl Carrow to agree on it. Two hours seemed a bit on the lengthy side.
I figured a lot of the younger kids were probably getting antsy by now- they'd been stuck in here long enough- but everyone was completely terrified at the thought of being discovered that nobody made even the slightest movement. By now almost everyone had been punished at least once by the Carrows, and nobody wanted to repeat the experience. But they had all come today, even though if they were caught it would turn out far worse than anything they had experienced before. Luckily all the kids still had that fear imbedded in their minds; otherwise we'd be out of here and in the dungeons faster than you could say "no fair". Snape and that Carrow really should hurry up their conversation and leave, preferably sometime soon.
Next to my leg, one of the younger kids shifted around. I put my hand on him and he looked up at me. I put my finger to my lips, "Shhhh." He nodded, but then a minute later started fidgeting again. I put my hand down to stop him just as his foot whacked against one of the empty paint cans stacked in piles along the sides of the cupboard for us to use in our graffiti. I watched in horror as an entire pile of paint cans cascaded down the walls and fell to the floor.
Crash, Bang, BOOM!
The door swung open. White faced and snarling, Snape glared down at us. Behind him, the Carrow girl grinned toothily.
"Well, well, well," she said, "What do we have here?"