The excitement of a successful execution of a baddie filled the air. There was much celebrating, and singing of all kinds of songs. Finally, Pickles and averly were able to herd everyone off to bed.
Pickles and averly decided to tour the halls together that night. Everything seemed to be OK until they got to the Great Hall, where a figured hovered over Blake. There was a flash of green light, and the figure cackled before flying off. Blake's body laid there, dead. Pickles winced, and averly sighed. Suddenly, warxelo came running into the room, panicked. "Did I hear....Blake...is he...?" averly nodded in answer. warxelo screamed suddenly, then fell over dead. Completely confused, Pickles checked Blake, while averly checked warxelo. Pickles looked over at her. "Is it what I think it was?" averly nodded. "They must've been tied together by that love potion...and now they're both dead."
May, who had awakened during the mess, picked up her goblet and touched it to her lips, feeling a horrible burning sensation, and screeched, dropping the goblet. Pickles ran over. Sure enough, her drink had been poisoned. Lucky for her, she had barely had any, so aside from the burns, was mostly okay.
Strangely enough...or maybe not so strangely, no dementors were seen that night. fzun walked into the great hall that morning, stating she'd seen Dyl carried off.