
‘Don’t’ crooned Moaning Myrtle’s voice from one of the cubicles. ‘Don’t… tell me what’s wrong… I can help you…’
‘No one can help me,’ said Mary. Her whole body was shaking. ‘I can’t do it… I can’t… it hasn’t worked… and unless I do it soon… he says he’ll kill me. ..’
Mary was crying – actually crying- tears streaming down her pale face into the grimy basin. She grasped and gulped and them, with a great shudder, looked up into the cracked mirror and saw a group of witches staring at her over her shoulder.
Mary wheeled round, drawing her wand. Instinctively all the others pulled out their own. There was a loud bang and the bin behind Margarethe exploded; Entjen attempted a Leg-Locker Curse that backfired off the wall behind Mary’s ear and smashed the cistern beneath Moaning Myrtle, who screamed loudly; water poured everywhere and Karin slipped over as Mary, her face contorted, cried,
‘AVADA-‘
‘SECTUMSEMPRA’ bellowed Märet from the floor, waving her wand wildly.
Blood spurted from Mary’s face and chest as though she had been slashed by an invisible sword. She staggered backwards and collapsed on to the floor with a great splash, her wand falling from her limp right hand. The other witches stood there in shock. Merga hesitantly walked towards Mary’s uncontrollably shaking body in a pool of her own blood. She looked at Mary’s face then nodded to the others. She then bent, dipped two fingers in the blood and wrote Mary’s name on the wall. Silently, they walked out and left her to bleed to death. Several hours later, Mary was joining Myrtle in haunting the boy’s bathroom, but couldn’t help hold back a curse:
‘How could they get my f***ing name wrong?’
Mary Eastey has been lynched. She was Lucius Malfoy.
It is now Night 5. You have 23 hours to send in your PMs.