When it was heer chance to speak, Sarah took it in stride. She was not the type to be fazed by speaking in public. She walked up front and faced the crowd and scanned the audience for familiar faces of which there were.

She wrotre on the board behind her- saying it would ruin the effect.
She tooka deep breath in and began in a deep haunting voice: "I sit here all day. I find the dark comforting and cozy. Apparently, others are afraid of the dark – yet I crave it from the deepest essence of my being. You may ask what I look like –yet I cannot say –for I do not know nor do I want to know. I like masquerading as the fears of others, frightening out of their wits, if they knew what I look like. I am hungry - very hungry and bored. I shift in my wardrobe hide out, unknowingly giving my hideout away by making the wardrobe move."

Sarah paused for effect, noticing the eyes of the audience, who were listening in rapt attention. ]“Mummy, the cupboard shaked”, [B]a little voice outside the door said, its voice quivering in fear. Ah... humans... victims at last... Katie, I don’t know, it may be a boggart“, said an older voice, probably the girl’s mother. Ahh....thats what my name is. Yet wait they know what I am! I prepare to act.[/ "What is a boggart mummy?” ]Katie asked. “A dark creature... you will learn about it at Hogwarts, now Katie, there is work to be done here. Daddy will deal with whatever it is when he comes home.” ]said the mother rather wearily. Then she added “Katie do not open the cupboard” as her voice retreated, probably moving on in the house.

Whether Katie heard or not I don’t know, yet the next thing I knew, I felt the girl coming closer and her fingers feeling for the handle. I instinctively sense her feel and as the door flings open I turn into..... a mouse. I scurry out, my now little feet moving as quickly as possible. “AHHHHHHHH.... ” the girl shrieks, terror on her face. “MOOOUUUSSSSSEE. MUMMYYYY. HELP.” She said incoherently. I relish this. I feed to my hearts content on this thing called fear. Terror.

The mother rushes in with a broom ready to hit me with it, lik a comman city-mouse. I feel her fear too, automatically I turn into a spider – I usually do that for arachnophobias like her. She drew her wand “rrrRiddikulus",I stumbled and spun upside down ]“Relax, Katie, it is a boggart. A dark creature, that turns into things that people fear most. It is dark as it does not need fear for survival”. Then the game is up – she knows, yet I am NOT a dark creature. I cannot live without torturing others, their fear feeds me. Invigorates me.

Katie begins to giggle. A giggle that tortures me... I feel myself evaporating... going... going... gone. Sarah finished off, dropping her tone with the last three words.