After the partying, studying, and resting calmed down for the evening, everyone headed towards bed.
Pickles was patrolling the halls, checking in on some of the rooms. As she got to the bottom of the steps of the Owlry, she heard the shout of the killing curse, and saw a green flash. She dashed up the steps, hoping to catch the attacker at the door, but the dark shadowed person managed to get out and fly away too soon. She entered the Owlry to find a group of nervous people, and the prone form of Pixa, who was definitely dead.
As averly went about checking the dorms, the cold feeling of the dementors filled the air. She rushed into the closest room, and discovered one quite close to Bruces galore. As she prepared to cast a patronus, Bruces galore woke up and shrieked, backing away until she thudded against the fireplace. averly managed to get rid of the dementor, but Bruces galore had a bump on her head that needed tending.
Somewhere else during the night, a cry of "Expelliarmus" was heard. The next morning, May couldn't find her wand.
Everyone was grumpy the next morning. "Well," Pickles announced, "We've lost Pixa. He was Fred, one of the Weasleys."
Several people groaned in frustration.
"As a bit more information, we have a couple transfer students arriving today. Please greet them kindly."