Once again, Dylan was just sitting there...listening to his fellow leaders and these ridiculous ghosts...talk about someone named Ifrit. Pfft, sounded like a Japanese video game character...And then Myrtle with her screeching...Coming to this meeting had been a bad idea. Nothing had been accomplished...and the Slytherin had a massive headache now...

.........Suddenly there were vapors? Smoke? Some kind of mist was emerging from the floor and enveloping the broach that had been dropped. Sierra had mentioned something about it belonging to the Headmistress'.

Well, THAT solved everything. Headmistress Bunnybear or whatever was trying to mess with people. Not some entity...It would make sense if she were controlling this thing...Yea, Dylan could see it all clearly now.

O_O

Had that thing just...sucked the ghosts into it?

Really, there was no more thinking about it for him. "I'm going to get the Headmistress."...because he had OWLs at the end of this term and wasn't in the mood to have his life tampered with...