With a disappointed sigh, Anna Greingoth steered her broom towards the ground and took off for landing. She glanced sideways at Jack as she flew. True, he was odd sort of guy, but at least he'd made a brave effort. She shot him an appreciative smile, then landed gracefully on the ground near Professor Vindictus and a few of the Hufflepuffs. Dismounting her broom, Anna walked slowly over to the professor and weakly asked, "So, what's going on, sir?" She was pretty sure she knew, though. Only she and Jack had appeared, and it was game time, for Merlin's sake. Still, she wanted an official word from him. Here it was her seventh and final year at Hogwarts, too. She'd wanted so badly to play Quidditch...

Just as she asked that very question, though, she felt a bit of wetness at her feet, and she glanced down to see...Oh, no. No. No. No.