@BlueAfrica's ghost skirted through the halls quicker Helena Ravenclaw chasing down a Slytherin rat. And most everyone raced after her, trying to solve the puzzle and what the gosh darn journal entries contained.
@LadyLizz still sat at the long table, silently questioning how Santa Baby could be sung as a funeral dirge. Moments ago she had went into the storeroom, telling the others she wanted to check out an inscription, but all she found was more death. There was the poor potato boy, lying under 10 sacks of potatoes, unfortunately not being able to control the magical power of the potato fairies.
The rest of the troop was in the front of the train, the dining and kitchen car being in the middle, so she dragged the body into the caboose with the help of Blue's unicorn. She should have questioned what the unicorn was doing in the fricking kitchen in the first place but help was needed in that moment.
Once again she sat down in her chair, took out the journal, deciphering the codes and further remarking how Blue couldn't have done this. Then there was rustling in the cupboard and she slid the shotgun out from under the chair. It was hard to creep over the floor boards so like your standard showoff witch, she levitated across the floor, started to pull on the door but instead kicked it open.
@Kyllorac sat under a quilt with a bag of cookies.
"Come on, let's go find the murderer."
"No."
"You can't stay here all day."
"I can and will."
"Just don't die, the caboose is already starting to get stacked with adding @Sheytato to the pile."
"How'd he go?"
"I just found him crushed under 500 pounds of potatoes."
"So not as happy as Blue. Good luck. Shut the door so I don't hear the screams."
And as the door closed, sealing Kyll in the sound proof chamber filled with cookies and coffee, a scream echoed down the train from the passenger cars ahead.
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