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It was a pretty confident group that Pickles let into the Room of Requirement that evening. There was a large group around Siniri, all in a heated discussion.
DM was on fire! took a chair in the far corner away from everyone. It was clear she was still in mourning from the proceedings yesterday.
Averly chose to stand in front, and Pickles joined her after she closed the door once the last person made his way into the room.
Crazy didn't even wait for Averly or Pickles to announce the decision before he walked straight up to the veil in the back. "Obviously you already made your decision, so I guess I'm ready."
Pickles nodded at him. She pulled her wand out and cast a spell in his direction.
Before she even got a chance to, he threw himself straight through. And miliseconds later he appeared to jump right back out.
"What the?" Ammer yelled.
"How is this even possible?" Pink wondered.
Averly and Pickles turned to look at each other. "Did you do something?" Averly asked.
"No, I thought you must have."
Pickles made her way over to Crazy to help him off the floor where he landed. He shakily made his way to a chair next to Typhoon who edged slowly away from him.
Meanwhile Averly went to the back of the room to examine the veil. "Nothing looks different. I guess we'll just have to dismiss for the evening and continue this tomorrow once Pickles and I can check this out for hexes or jinxes."

It took quite some time before everyone could settle down for the night. Pickles and averly spent several hours checking the veil, but finally had to announce they could find nothing wrong with it. After the announcement, everyone slowly headed to their beds.
Pickles was checking out the dorms, when she thought she heard a strange noise. She quickly entered the room closest, and discovered a shadow peering in from the windowsill. She shouted out, just as a green light burst from the end of the figure's wand. Rachel, who was in the bed closest to the window, sat up quickly and bumped her head against a bedpost, while the green light hit the pillow where her head had been seconds before. Pickles was already running towards the window, but the figure was long gone, flying off again.
Meanwhile, out on the Quidditch Pitch, averly was checking on everyone when thetrueoogabooga insisted on having the mug of mead he'd snuck from the Great Hall. Just as he was about to sip it, the sound of a huge dog's bark interrupted him, frightening him and causing him to spill it all over his bedroll. averly examined the fluid, which seemed to be burning a number of holes in his blankets. "Looks like you got extremely lucky that that dog scared you out of drinking. You could've been dead, and you're completely unscathed."
Pickles had finished tending to Rachel's wounds, and was checking the remainder of the castle, when she once again felt the chill of the dementors. She hurried into the Prefect's Bathroom, but it was too late. The dementor was in the process of kissing DM was on fire!. Pickles whipped her wand into position, but heard the words "i losssst....the game..." escape from DM was on Fire!'s lips just as the last of her soul disappeared. It was too late, she was gone.
Pickles and averly met with a solemn group the next morning to announce the loss. Pink noticed that thetrueoogabooga was missing, so went to look for him.
"DM was on fire! was George Weasley, who was generously handing out some of his great Weasley Wizard Wheezes to people. We will miss her greatly."
Rachel was still sporting a bandage on her head, and winced at the news. Pink ran in, late, and announced "I just saw a bird carry thetrueoogabooga off!"
Siniri and Alex ran to the entrance of the hall, but it was obvious that the bird was long gone.