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Averly lead the group to the Room of Requirement. Alex and Moongewl followed behind her, and everyone else walked a short distance behind them. Not because they were worried about being poisoned, but simply because they worried the insanity could be contagious.
As the door appeared, the group could hear Pickles' voice saying "take that! And that! AND THAT!"
Concerned that Pickles was being attacked by baddies, Averly threw open the door and rushed in, followed by Alex and Moongewl (who were hoping more for a show) and the rest of the group (actually there to help).
Rubywinged's jaw dropped and Twizzler0171 asked "what is going on in here?"
The chairs everyone expected to see now lined the wall alongside a long table covered with what appeared to be butterbeer. And now there were numerous floating giant sweet pickles, human-sized spaced throughout the center of the room.
As everyone watched in awe, Pickles took casual aim with her wand arm, and shot a blast at a pickle and grinned in satisfaction as it made it through the veil.
"Erm, well. At least the baddies in the veil are well-fed now," murmured DM was on fire! to Helena.
Susannahmio overheard them and joined in. "But since the Room of Requirement won't conjur food, I wonder how she got them?"
"I would guess that the kitchen provided her the pickles and she just used the engorgio spell on them to make them larger targets," suggested Rubywinged.
She shot another blast, this time with her back to the veil and made the spell ricochet off the wall to knock the pickle in. "YES!"
"Take that!" She exclaimed as she ran to one side of the room to aim to knock a pickle into another pickle, and both of those in turn through the veil. "Yeah I'll show you who can aim!" It was about that point that Pickles finally noticed she had company in the room and she flushed a bright red. It was almost enough to cover the dark purple circles Siniri noticed under her eyes. "Have you been doing this all night?"
Possibly a trick of the light, but Pickles got a little more red in the face. "I've been here awhile," she replied back, conjuring a towel to pat off a little of the extra glow she acquired. "Besides there were some extra sweet pickles around, and really I was just trying to find some good use for the sweet pickles. There had to be at least one and I think I've found it."
"Well, if you're ready, we're here for the execution," reminded Typhoon who was pleased that he had more than made up for his rotten luck at the beginning of the game.
"You know, come to think of it, while Harry might be the Boy-Who-Lived... you're the Boy-Who's-Lived-Three-Times. There must be some sort of nice fame side effect of that," May said, poking fun at Typhoon's expense.
Ooga rolled his eyes, still not completely over the fact that no one would trust him even when he publicly declared his role for all to see.
"Right, let's get back on track," Averly said getting everyone's attention.
Meanwhile, it looked as though Regan had thoughtfully moved the chairs back so that everyone could sit down for the remainder of their conversations. Except for the chairs that Alex and Moongewl normally sat in, that is. Those were pushed in the far back corner. Near the very conspicuous drinks.
Byakuya San went to the table to check out the contents of the cups. Tentatively he leaned down and peered closely at the liquid, sniffing at it from a distance. Then he straightened up and said "I don't know why I'm checking for potions since that was never really my strong point. But considering the very wicked gleams that Moongewl and Alex have in their eyes, I'd say we should not be drinking this."
fzun looked over his shoulder. "That one looks a little green to me," she said pointing to one in the middle. "I know I'm not touching anything in here."
"I can't believe you're even getting that close!" Ooga said strongly. "The scents exuded from some potions can be enough to ki-" he was cut off.
"Ooh! Ooh! I'm here now!" Twinkle barged through the door with a line of floating champagne glasses full of butterbeer. "Pickles and Averly suggested that Fawkes bring me back here, and Averly asked that I bring us something to drink directly from the kitchen. You don't think the glasses are too much though, do you?" She asked wide-eyed. "I just have this strange appreciation of the finer things in life."
May and Typhoon made a mad dash for a glass, both desperately thirsty since they had gone so long avoiding drinks that the Inquisitorial Squad might have tampered with.
"Now that you've all made yourselves comfortable," Averly said trying to get everyone to focus again. "I think we're ready for execution for the day." She turned to look at Alex and Moongewl who were whispering to each other excitedly.
"You think?"
"I'm game."
"It would sure beat anything that's happened before."
"Besides, Pickles is fired."
"Let's do it."
Before anyone could even blink, Alex grabbed Moongewl's hand and they both took a flying leap at the veil, making it straight through (and taking a pickle with them on their way on accident).
"No way!" Pickles yelled at the veil. "I've been practicing for the past nine hours to be able to take you both out in one spell and then you go and THROW yourselves in there?" Pickles fumed.
Averly just gave a half-wince, half-smile to all the other shell-shocked individuals in the room. "I guess that says something."
"At least you're really good now," said Regan. "We'll unfire you."
Before Pickles could say anything else, Averly thrust one of the parchments that had just appeared into her hand. "Here, read this."
"Uhm, according to this, Alex was Draco Malfy, a member of the Inquisitorial Squad."
"And this one says that Moongewl was Pansy Parkinson, another member of the Inquisitorial Squad," added Averly.
"So if memory serves me right... that was the defeat of the entire Inquisitorial Squad!" Pickles announced with pleasure to the group.
Averly and Pickles were pretty sure even Aberforth was able to hear the cheers coming out of the room.
"Oh! And while we're announcing good news!" Averly cut back in as soon as there was a small lull in the cheering. "Susannahmio, better known as Nearless Headless Nick, has acquired enough votes to make it into the Headless Society! Congratulations to you!"
"So this means that as of right now, you all successfully identified all the baddies while working together. So Innocents, you and Susannahmio are the official winners of the game!"