[ 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟻 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚖, "𝙲𝚕𝚞𝚎" ]
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Six witches and wizards from Hogwarts receive mysterious invitations for a weekend getaway at the Shrieking Shack. The letters are cryptic, addressing the stu...
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𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 as the group of witches and wizards all awoke at the same time. Their sleepy eyes blinked in unison as they tried to adjust to the torch light reflecting off the walls, but upon seeing one another, they instinctively scrambled back as far as they could go.
"Stay away from me!" Jesse shouted, his hands magnetizing to the wall behind him.
"What the hell just happened?" Jackson cried, her back pushed into the corner of the room.
"Whoever's sick idea of a joke that was better come forward now!" Luc yelled, his knees pressed against the cold, cement floor.
The only one who remained in the middle of the room was Thomas, along with the body of the dead auror. He watched the others in confusion as they pressed themselves flat against the walls and manically snapped their heads to-and-fro.
"Did I miss something?" Thomas asked with furrowed brows.
"Miss something?" Madelynn responded. "Did you not have a nightmare, or-or a hallucination, or whatever the hell that thing was?"
Thomas shook his head no with his mouth pressed into a flat line. "What did you guys see?"
"My whole team was dead on the pitch!" Jackson answered.
"My nanny was murdered!" Luc replied.
"A bomb dropped on my house, killing my entire family!" Willow retorted, holding back tears as the image of flames once more entered her mind. She paused to take a deep breath before saying, "But at least one good thing came out of it."
"And what's that?" Thomas asked.
"I know who the killer is."
Everybody crowded closer in surprise, mindful to keep space between each other and to not allow anyone behind their back. Their eyes were glued to Willow as they waited for her response.
"My nightmare told me not to trust Colonel Mustard," Willow continued, her eyes wide and her mouth set firm.
"What? I'm not the killer!" Madelynn shouted as she threw her hands up into the air in disbelief. Her cheeks flushed red under the heavy stares of everyone else in the room. "My nightmare told me not to trust Miss White!"
"And mine told me not to trust Professor Plum," Penny replied.
"Well, mine told me not to trust Miss Scarlet!" Jesse said next.
"That's funny, because mine told me not to trust Mr. Green," Jackson responded.
"Let me start by saying that I don't trust any of you," Luc added. "But my nightmare told me not to trust Miss Peacock."
