Oliver had the same conversation with his friends during lunch and dinner. He decided to go to the common room early that night to see if he could find Anndi. But with a lot of people in there after the first day of classes it was hard to find anyone. He searched everywhere for her but gave up and decided to go to bed.

While Oliver was searching for Anndi she was up in here room writing a letter to her Muggle parents. She wanted to tell them that she had arrived at school safely and had decided to take the sixth year classes. She knew that they would be proud that she had tried to challenge herself this year. When she was done she tied the letter to Hermes' leg and he flew out the window. Anndi watched him fly into the darkness and then went to sleep.

Allison and Jess woke Anndi up early so that they could ask her a couple questions about their Herbology homework that was "due first thing tomorrow morning." According to Jess.

"Why can't I help you later?" asked a very sleepy Anndi.

"Because there is something else." Said Allison in a very nervous tone. "Someone committed suicide last night."

"Oh my god!" Anndi said sitting up and throwing her blankets back, "who was it? Why? Was it an accident?" her head was rushing with questions.

"All we know is that Dumbledore wants everyone down in the great hall immediately." Lindsay said as she came into their room.

Everyone in the great hall was extremely quiet when they got there. Anndi saw Oliver sitting with his head in his hands and his friends sitting around him. As they walked by she heard bits and pieces of what he was saying through tears. "Why would he do that? He was being so stupid. He could have talked to me." Anndi was really upset but what Oliver had said narrowed it down to half of the school.

"Today is a dark day." Said Dumbledore as the last of the teachers arrived. "Early this morning a young student decided to end his wonderful life. In the event of recent happenings there will be no classes today. That is all."

"What was his name?!" yelled half of the student population.

"His name was Christopher Willaby. He was a sixth year in Gryffindor House." At this Oliver and Sean started to cry even harder then they were. All Andrew could do was sit there and stare at the table.

"Wow. I wonder why anyone would kill themselves unless they were being really selfish. I know that I would-"

"Shut up Allison!" Anndi yelled as she got up to go and see how Oliver was holding up. "This isn't the best time to tell us that you are an only child that is spoiled rotten."

"Anndi, are you okay?" asked Lindsay in a very timid voice because she did not want to have Anndi yell at her.

"I'm fine. I just want to talk to Oliver." At this she left.

Through tears Oliver could hear what Anndi had said to Allison and looked up only when she had put her hand on his shoulder.

"Oliver. Would you like to talk to anyone? I know it is hard and it feels weird and all, but I want you to know that I am here for you."

"Thanks Anndi. I heard what you said to your friend. Was that really necessary?" Oliver said through tears and long sighs. "I don't really care but I would like to talk to someone. Do you want to meet me out on the Quidditch field in ten minutes?"

"Sure. I'll be there in five." She said giving him a little squeeze and walking off.

"Sorry, Allison. I just didn't want to hear about anything right then. Will you forgive me?" she said as she returned to her friends.

"All is forgotten." Allison said and gave her a big hug. "Go meet Oliver." And the three of them walked off leaving Anndi there by herself.