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An excited group made their way to the Room of Requirement. They were finally able to make up their minds enough to get the votes to execute Princess Miyu.
Everyone took their seats, with Pickles and Avery sitting at the front. People broke up into little groups to discuss what they are learned. Typhoon and DM was on fire! discussed how they would manage to never enter a bathroom again for the sake of their safety.
Pickles gave a stern look at Princess Miyu who glowered back, unhappy to be facing execution this evening.
AVerly shook her head, already expecting a frustrating evening. Rather than going through the niceties, she pulled out her wand and pointed it at Miyu while her attention was still at Pickles.
Instantaneously, Miyu and her chair flew back straight into the veil.
Pickles looked over at Averly surprised. "Ok that was a little unexpected."
"Well I've been anxious to execute someone. Things have been a little boring. And it kind of looked like Miyu might put up a fight."
Pickles sighed and extended her hand. A small rolled up piece of parchment appeared and she unrolled it, reading it aloud to the group. "It seems that Princess Miyu was Barty Crouch, Jr., a death eater."

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.

Pickles was working her way back through Hogwarts, when she realized someone was in the Great Hall. She stuck her head in, and was shocked to see Blake standing there alive.
"Well, that didn't take long," he commented, shrugged, and headed back off to do whatever it was he did during the day.