[Libary] Returning home...

[Dr. Bunchington]

Wrapped in his own insanity like a cloak Dr Bunchington stormed out of his office; he needed more blood; he had to go to the forest.
Pushing past the rows and rows of books he smashed each shelf to the floor, intoxicated by his own power. He hadn't killed for years and he loved it!

(( Follow Munchy's movements in: Dark Trails Tell of Dark Tales ))

[Illyana Deitrich]

Illyana looked at the library, restored to its former glory. It was hard to see that a young girl had died where she was standing.

Long before Illyana had even entered hogwarts the girls body had been taken away by one of her many officers in the castle.

Illyana would ensure she got a proper funeral. It'd been hard explaining to Lord and Lady DeBoer the nature of their daughters death. She was a handsome girl. There was lots of potential in her. Illyana could always tell these things.

Illyana clapped her hands and a vase of white roses apeared on one of the study tables. As they wilted they would turn black and fade into nothingness. When Illyana was younger the roses would start off red and never wilt. Now her soul was too corrupted. Everything she touched would one day turn to black.

Taking a final look around, she left the room.

[Rhiannon Dorvalle]

(( COMPLETELY forgot about this. Time to fini it finally. ))

Rhiannon had ran from the forest with all the speed she could muster. Such a normal day had turned into such a surreal night, and she knew that this certainly wasn't the end of it. She was involved now, and the teacher had a nasty feeling that that minister would be sticking around.

Hair sticking up wildly and clothes muddy from the events of the night, anyone who saw her would do a double take, but none of that mattered... she had reached the library. She threw the doors open with a loud crash, and expected to see the library like a bomb site - but it was perfect - not even a bit of litter.

'Deitrich.' Was all she muttered, before storming out the room once more.