Here Comes Trouble
The halls were dark as they crept down into the black emptiness. Her heart was pounding as she looked to her right where her cousin stood, his bright eyes shining.
"This was such a dumb idea," he muttered. Always a worry wart, Rose thought, shaking her head. They reached their destination, a small room on the third floor, where they heard a three headed dog spent its days.
'Heard' would be an understatement. Roses' father, Ron Weasley had more than once told his children, nieces and nephews – and anyone else who would listen – about the incredibly dangerous activities he and the boy-who-lived did during their years at Hogwarts. After all the stories, and even some re-enactments, Rose and Albus could only think of the story about the three headed dog from first year, and wonder whether the creature still called Hogwarts his home.
They arrived at the door, hoping they had found the right room. Rose turned to her other companions with a soft smile.
"You ready?" She asked, Scorpius nodded his head and as he did Rose took a deep breath and turned back.
"Alohamora!"
"What have we got here?" A slow, aging voice drawled, followed by a soft laugh. The three teens spun around, gasps escaping each of their mouths. Argus Filch stood behind them, Mrs Norris at his feet. "Like father like son, my girl," he cooed, smiling down at his pet. Albus stared, his eyes wide, at the elderly caretaker. Damn it. His father was going to be so disappointed... that they got caught.
A/N: Words - 258
Sept Event - 9. Getting into trouble at Hogwarts