"Hey cool, let's look inside." Neville suggested.
They peered in through the windows, though couldn't see much, as it was so dark.
"Look!" Hermione exclaimed, pointing to a candle holder made out of clay.
"That's freaky." Harry said.
Neville went to pick it up to get a better lookk.
"Don't touch it, it must be full of voodoo!" Ron shrieked.
Ron may have been superstitious, but nobody could blame him; the clay was formed into a grotesque face, contorted with pain.
"Let's get out of here." Harry suggested, so the ran.
"There's a head of voodoo!" Ron told everyone.
Predictably eeryone wanted to see it, so they trouped down to the cabin in one big group. Up the steps they went, and found that the clay head, was, still ther (ha ha! expected it to be gone did ya).
"You're right, this is filled with voodoo," someone said, eyeing the head suspiciously.
"We now have a task, to find out more about the head of voodoo!" Harry announced. "Get to it."