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The group that met in the Room of Requirement that evening was unusually joyful and perplexed at the same time. Could they trust someone like DM was on fire! who was hopping around the room with her head held back yelling "I'm back! I'm back! I'm baaaaack!" at the ceiling?
Regardless, no one felt strong enough to vote to a majority for any of the players.
Pickles and Averly came in a little bit after everyone else and never bothered to even sit in their chairs. "Well, since we don't have a majority, there's really no reason to keep everyone here very long," Averly announced to the group.\
"But how can we be sure that the count is correct with all the confusion that occurred last night?" Asked Hansy.
Pickles nodded her head at him. "That's a reasonable question. We're still not sure what happened exactly last night, but these numbers are definitely correct and for the right day. So you can rest assured, things are back to normal now."

Tired from the day that had yielded seemingly no results of anything, groups of people split off and headed to their chosen sleeping spots.
It wasn't long before trouble came calling. averly was looking for a specific book on bringing back the dead, hoping to explain some of the confusion, when a chill filled the air. She quickly lifted her wand and cast light into the room, where she was able to see the form closing in on Alex. She quickly yelled for Alex to awaken while casting a patronus. Alex woke abruptly and scraped her arm on the corner of a bookshelf.
Pickles was waiting for her turn to patrol while nestled in her office in the Hospital wing, when suddenly a dark figure passed her. Before she could move, the figure approached the spot where warxelo slept and raised its wand. Pickles was quite stunned to hear a shout, then see what appeared to be a second warxelo appear next to a different bed, which confused her. Apparently, it confused the attacker as well, who fled as the commotion woke the rooms inhabitants. warxelo, however, seemed to be completely unscathed.
averly had begun her rounds, when she approached the Owlery. She was tired from climbing the steps, but discovered the Owlery to be quite alert. Apparently some of the inhabitants had decided to have a card party. As she walked in, fzun was taking a sip of something she's taken out of the Great Hall. She had barely touched the glass to her lips when averly shouted for her to stop. Indeed, it was a good thing, because as the liquid touched her lips, she experienced an extreme burning sensation, and tossed the glass out the window in panic. averly escorted her quickly to the Hospital Wing.
The next morning, breakfast had the room abuzz. How was it that out of three attacks, no one had died? fzun wasn't saying much, as her mouth was covered with bandages, and it pained her to talk much.
Ammer came in a little late, stating that he'd seen a bird carry Anvil off this morning.