This is seriously suspenseful.

Day 2 – Part 2

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The CBers gasped in awe when they stepped out onto the quidditch pitch. It was the exact same! Oh . . . but the hoops were covered entirely with pink spray paint. "What?" the CBers chorused.

"Oh, I am a bit eccentric, but I won't deny that it's rather eye catching," RP told them, jauntily.

Nobody denied that. "So, take your pick of the brooms! Not quite all the same stlye, but all of them were handicrafted by the best blacksmith of all times, the three little pigs! Their names are, in fact, Hamilton, Porkstein, and Baconduffer. The greatest architects and blacksmiths of this world!" RP yelled.

The CBers oohed and aahed, and then they rushed off to get bragging rights of first flier. The murderer feigned falling down. They secretly crouched, and pressed a button on their shoe.

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"Amazing! Terrific! Fantastic! Amazarrificlyfantastifudgily awesome!" Treble Clef yelled.

The intitail shock of Ashfang's death was wearing off. But surprises were yet to come.

"Aack!"  Bookworm's broom started bucking like a bronto. 

The murderer cursed silently. This was a mistake! Not that broom! They needed Bookworm! They hurredly pressed another button, but it was too late. Bookworm fell.

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All the CBers and one facecam were in the hospital. "Whaaaaat?" MelodicAuthor yelled. She was yelling from the facecam.

Bookworm was okay, except they had to repeat the "removing bones" period of Harry's life. Everyone was feeling relieved. That's when RP disappeared.

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I do love cliffhangers!