A G R E Y L A D Y A N D A B L O O D Y B A R O N
Clair Foy → Helena Ravenclaw
François Arnaud → The Bloody Baron
(…) After a few seconds, the whole world seemed to spin in front of Helena’s eyes. Round and round it goes, round and round, Helena thought. Blackness crept over from the sides of her vision, and began nibbling away the light of reality. Once it took over fully, Helena, oddly, felt at peace. At last the chase had come to an end, even if had brought her end along with it.
In a forest somewhere in Albania, in the centre of an insignificant clearing, lay dead the fair, dark-haired, beautiful witch they call Helena Ravenclaw.