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It was a fairly blood-thirsty group that traipsed through the halls to the Room of Requirement. Pickles took the liberty of pacing up and down the hall to make the door appear so that the group could enter.
Once inside, everyone stood around in wonder. The room expanded to hold enough furniture for all thirty-six individuals. Averly and Pickles sat in two leather recliner chairs up at the front, and waited as everyone scrambled to find a seat that appealed.
"As you are aware," Averly began. "We have a sad situation on our hands. With the loss of our dear Cho Chang, we now know that there are baddies who have infiltrated the school."
Pickles nodded in agreement as a large jar of dill pickles appeared on a small table beside her. "Right. And it is your responsibility to determine who these people are."
Alex raised her hand and Averly nodded at her, expecting to hear some promising news after all the time the group had today. "Can I have a pickle?"
Pickles grinned and invited her up to take one and Averly glared as Lee, and Blake went up, followed by nearly everyone else.
"Back to business!" Averly said sternly. "And perhaps there will be treats for tomorrow."
"According to these numbers, it looks like warxelo was the closest to being executed."
As Pickles spoke, Averly pointed her wand to the back of the room where there was a crimson tapestry suspended in midair that no one noticed in their rush to get a chair. With a quick incantation under her breath, the tapestry folded itself into the corner of the room and everyone gasped.
"Are you really allowed to have that in here?" Regan yelped.
"The professors are all mad. Absolutely mad," added Ammer.
The entire group of players stared in horror at the veil from the Department of Mysteries.
"It looks as though you all realize the fate of people who fall through the veil. Due to your failure to come to a consensus, no one will be executed tonight. I only hope that no one loses a life thanks to your inability to work together, regardless of House," Averly said.
Pickles stood up then with her jar in hand. "And just so you know, this room, and the veil, are completely inaccessible to any of you without Averly and myself with you. So don't get any ideas."
"On that note, I think it's time for bed. You all have a busy day ahead of you so that you can keep trying to figure out who the baddies are before something happens to you!" With those words, Averly dismissed the group.

Everyone drifted to their chosen locations. Pickles was out patrolling the halls, and averly had chosen to stick near the Library for the time being.
As Pickles neared the owlery, she heard movement. She arrived in time to see a dark figure with a wand raised, pointing at Rubywinged. Before she could move, she heard the dreaded words "Avada Kedavra!" and a stream of green light emit from the cloaked person's wand. Rubywinged chose that second to roll over in her sleep, the curse barely missing her, but knocking a chuck of stone into her side. She woke, screaming, as Pickles attempted to corner the cloaked figure.
"Stupefy!"
The red bolt of light missed, and the figure flew away neatly. Pickles helped Rubywinged to the hospital wing, promising to watch her for the rest of the night.
It wasn't long after this when averly, sitting in the Library and reading by wand light, heard a sound, as if someone were choking. She hurried about, checking the sleepers, until she found Christopher. Unfortunately, by the time she got to him, he was stone cold dead. "Oh, no," she breathed.
As Pickles and Rubywinged were crossing in front of the Great Hall, a chill filled the air. Pickles pulled her wand out, worried. She left Rubywinged at the stairs, and opened the door to the Great Hall in time to see a Dementor touch the lips of Missy. "Expecto Patronum!" she cried, shooing off the Dementors, but it was too late. Missy was gone.
The next morning, everyone assembled in the Great Hall. Pickles and averly looked as if they hadn't slept the rest of the night, and Rubywinged was still quite shaken up.
"Rubywinged was almost killed by a killing curse last night," Pickles announced. "And Missy has lost her soul to the dementors. She was Percy Weasley, one of the Weasley family members. She will be missed."
averly spoke up. "I found Christopher dead," she said softly. "From everything I can tell, it looks like someone poisoned him. And his wand is missing."
"And Rachel is missing. I found this by her pillow," Ammer noted, holding up a single feather.
"I could've sworn I saw her being carried off by some sort of bird," Siniri commented. "But I thought I was dreaming. I guess not?"
Pickles and averly looked at each other and shrugged. "Well, she's not here, but she's obviously not dead. Perhaps she will come back?"