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Pru had hit a slump. Monday would bring the first of her OWLs and she was anxiously awaiting them. She'd had high hopes that Gryffindor would go on to compete for the Quidditch Cup, but that dream had been rudely shattered last weekend. She was fully confused about her future playing for the Holyhead Harpies. Perhaps Handsome had been correct, and she had started too late in the game.

She had stayed later than usual in the potions classroom after class in order to assist a classmate in cleaning up a concoction that they'd spilled as everyone else was leaving. Once that was done, the pair exited the classroom. Pru was slightly ahead, only to stop short in her tracks as a man stepped into her path.

He was incredibly tall and thin - his head nearly brushed the ceiling - and where his face should be was just a blob, with no distinguishing features. He was dressed in what was obviously his finest, such as what a groom might wear. He even had a rotting floral boutonniere that smelled of death attached to his lapel. His fingernails were several inches long, which nearly disguised what he was offering to her in his palm - a wedding ring.

Terrified, she fumbled for her wand in her robe pockets and screeched, "Don't you come any closer!"