"Hey!" John whispered at the pull on his hand. He had heard the footsteps, but he could have just slipped back into the secret passageway behind the painting of Cicero.
John flicked his wand and said "lumos" softly. He took a look around the dingy closet Filch used as a spill station obviously. It was tiny and there wasn't much room. The two students were standing pretty close to each other, while buckets and mops brushed against their shins.
"Nice choice in location, Robins." He said scathingly as he sneered at her.