Murder, in Hogwarts. In the same castle we all sleep in. It's too close, it's much too close. Of course, the boy didn't deserve this. Nobody, or almost nobody, could ever deserve this. So now . . . people have to mourn. They have to absorb that someone they knew, maybe even loved, is dead. Very much gone indeed. But are they looking ahead? I wonder if I'm the only one who realizes that this is just the beginning.