It was her or me. She was following me everywhere, waiting for her chance. I knew she was up to no good. That's why I blasted her with the stunning sp...ll a couple of times before she broke into my room. And it was the stunning spell that got her in the end. Madam Pomfrey says the woman died from either a skull fracture or internal bleeding from injuries she suffered when she fell."It had been a long time since Madam Pomfrey had last been in the headmaster's office. Usually Professor Dumbledore. The predator, the stalker, the Knife.He had gotten there early, in the guise of helping set things up. He had worked beside the people who were being paid to take him out of the game. He had joked and smiled, been slapped on the back by a man that he wouldn't have pissed on if he had been on fire. He sympathized, he listened intently, he did the dirty jobs; the running, fetching and toting. He did it all and gloried in the fact that none of them knew.And then he listened to that fat ass of a. ." with Bullsubtly saying to the other guards, "Probably because we got rid of thosetwo troublemakers early on...I told you the special shower and sluttyclothes were a perfect start to their careers here." And I kept tryingto wrap my brain around, what did he mean by careers?But I didn't have long to think as we were then whisked off to our cellsamongst the general population, however all of the existing inmates werenow locked up. The one thing that sort of saved graced is that us "new"girls. “Why bother? She’ll figure out what we did when she sees that I stole her computer.”Hafnan frowned darkly. She felt sick to her stomach to be party to theft.Janice smiled warmly as she laid out coffees in front of Tamara and Jewel. Her brother’s old ex was positively glowing. Jewel looked exhausted. They both thanked her warmly.“Can I get a pick me up?” Jewel asked Janice.“I’ll hook you up with the guy who I usually buy and sell from,” Janice said, she shook her head. “I don’t really sell much.