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The same group huddled in the Room of Requirement, somewhat surprised at how much emptier it seemed now with so many players gone. People were starting to feel much more safe and secure now that the Death Eaters were defeated and there were two more possible candidates for baddies standing in front of the veil awaiting their fate.
Pink and 3lla were giving each other shifty glances out of the corners of their eyes.
"Well I think some congratulations are in order today!" Said Averly brightly. "You've successfully taken down the Death Eaters."
DM was on fire! let out a big whoop.
Pickles raised her wand. "Well, without further ado..." She sent a spell swirling towards 3lla and Pink. Unfortunately it looked like it went wide and instead hit the pulley mechanism Averly worked so hard on last night.
Pickles took one look at Averly's face and dismissed everyone for the evening, but gave herself a headstart first.

Pickles had just settled in for the night, after making her early-night rounds, and spending quite a bit of time calming people down from the lack of execution again, when there was a sound from the main room of the Hospital Wing. She grumbled, getting back to her feet, and hurried in, just in time to see a bright flash strike a figure in the bed. By the time she got near enough to do anything, the cloaked figure was out the door, leaving behind the (once again) dead body of Typhoon. She sighed. "What is it with killing Weasleys?" she mumbled, dealt with it, and headed back to bed.
Meanwhile, averly was just setting out for her rounds. She stopped in at the Owlery and found nothing amiss, but when she got to the dormitories, she was shocked to see Blake sitting up against the side of his bed, his eyes staring into nothingness, and an empty cup of (obviously) poisoned mead in his hand.
Hansy was waiting for everyone in the Great Hall, mildly miffed that so much had happened while he had been away, but had new that fzun had gone off on the journey for the next cycle.

Pickles was standing in the hall, working something out in her head. Suddenly, she saw a golden snitch start darting around the hall. Curious, she stood and started to follow it. It led her straight to the Hospital Wing, where it suddenly disappeared. However, Typhoon was sitting straight up in his bed, as if nothing had ever happened. Somewhere distant in the castle, a groan of frustration could definitely be heard.