Everyone went fairly peaceably to bed. Pickles looked to averly, and raised an eyebrow. "We'd better get patrolling. That was too calmly for my liking."
"I'll take the first shift," averly volunteered.
It wasn't long as Pickles sat in her office, before a scream echoed in the Hospital Wing. Ange was laying on the floor, a scorched bedroll above her. She looked up as Pickles entered. "There...there was a person in here, and green light, and....I think I broke my wrist getting out of the way." Pickles winced and took a look at it. Sure enough, it seemed to hang at an odd angle. "We'll get you fixed up in no time."
Meanwhile, averly patrolled the halls, checking different rooms as she went. She was not amused when she felt the chill of the dementors fill the air as she approached the dormitories. She hurried in the room just as a dementor hovered over Blake's face. "NO!" she yelled, seeing a bit of his soul start to exit. She managed to shoo away the dementor just in time. Blake was rather pale and sickly looking, as if he'd almost just greeted death. "Well, that was a VERY close one," she commented.
Pickles had just gotten Ange's arm bandaged and headed to check on Blake, who was now in one of the Hospital beds, when Ange picked up a drink from a side table. she touched it to her lips, and as the liquid began to pour in, felt a burning sensation. Quickly, she spit it out, screeching. Pickles was back at her side in an instant, cleaning up her injuries. "Looks like more than one person wants to get rid of you, eh?" Pickles asked. Ange grumbled, then winced, then cried a bit. Between her hand and her mouth, she was nearly beaten.
Meanwhile, averly was checking the Prefects Bathroom, where she found Typhoon taking a swig of a mug from the Great Hall. He looked up and smiled as she came in, then coughed, sputtered, and fell over. "Typhoon!" averly cried out. But it was too late, he was quite dead.
Somewhere else in the vastness of the castle, a cry of "Expelliarmus!" came out, knocking Siniri's wand out of her hand. It came as no surprise when Anvil was back, but that Ammer had been carried off.
Grumpy was the crew in the morning. Blake was still quite pale in color, as if his protective shields had barely held, and Ange was quite exhausted and could barely move, much less eat.
It was with sadness that Pickles announced the one fatality of such an eventful night. "It would appear that there were several attacks last night. Ange and Blake managed to survive...though barely. Typhoon, on the other hand, did not. He was Ron Weasley, who had the ability to search for members of the Inquisitorial Squad. We will miss him greatly...even if he had yet to have a successful dream..."
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