The next few days passed in a blur of studying and two-a-days. The team started to look like a team. Jerry never looked better, thanks to Hagrid's weed, but he was still struggling to capture the snitch. Sammy left raw meat in Jerry's room to attract flies. It was the "Karate Kid" method of quidditch coaching. If Jerry could catch a fly with his bare hands, he could catch a snitch with his bare hands. But Jerry couldn't catch a fly with his bare hands, and despite his pleadings Sammy kept delivering raw meat. She had taken to hiding the meat around the room, so that Jerry would be forced to catch the flies, and the room quickly turned into a fetid breeding ground of E. coli.
Sammy and Jerry were the reason the school was shutting down at the end of the year so everyone already hated them, but when they got demolished by the Bandits they turned into laughingstocks. Students swirlied their heads in cauldrons, let blast-ended skrewts loose in their rooms, and put "hex me" signs on their backs.
Much of the Great Hall was still cordoned off with caution tape as crews of House Elves sifted through the damage, looking for anything worth salvaging. When Sammy sat down at a table there to eat lunch and review quidditch plays, the elves started throwing chunks of rubble at her.
"You are the reason the masters are laying us off," a mousy elf squealed, picking up a hefty piece of stonework to throw. "I have seventeen elf children to feed. Are you going to feed them now?"
"I'm sorry!" Sammy said, gathering up her lunch and books amid the fusillade. She went to eat her lunch alone in one of the stalls of the second floor bathroom, but Jerry was getting another blowjob from Moaning Myrtle.
Sammy sat in an alcove and reread her quidditch books. Before long, she tossed them aside in frustration. Their next game was quickly approaching and the team was anything but excited. Everyone was acting like it would be their funeral. The team didn't need to learn another play. They needed a new identity. Sammy had an idea. Maybe they did need a funeral. She started sketching in her notebook.