I hope there is a plaque. I hope some of my blood is still on the stairs, too. In honor of the fallen.

Broom closets were like the Iron Maidens of Hogwarts. Nobody went there to hook up, you were only in there if some asshole pushed you in there. But if you did find a spot that didn't want to kill you, there were twenty portraits on the wall that were eager to see what you were up to. I can't say I tried to get up to any sort of mischief at Hogwarts so maybe my search for a private spot wasn't as thorough as it could have been. I mostly just used them to hide from people.