At the campfire they joined the other people. They all had their hoods up and so did Draco and Hermanonie. They waited for the ritual to start.
"Throw your offerings into the flames." The leader said. They knew he was the leader because he had a badge on his cloak.
Everyone threw their offering into the fire. Old shoes. Pirated CDs, Professor Turnip.
"It's Turnip, how did she get here and why is she dead." Draco whispered.
"She's not dead, she's dying. You can hear her screaming from her flower face. She must have been kidnapped by one of the people here and is being murdered right in front of us. Honestly I'm quite enjoying it. I hated that flower. She smelled like green." Hermanonie whispered back.
Draco nodded and then the leader began to speak as Turnip's screams began to fade and her leaves turned into ashes among the CDs, shoes, and other things.
"I am the leader and I declare the offering accepted and ask you all to stand in prayer with me. We are gathered here today to worship Satan. Our lord. Our king." He said.
As he spoke, a smoke snake circled their prayer circle and Hermanonie and Draco could feel its strong satanic power.
"We have found an item of great interest to Satan….a jar…of dirt." He continued.
Hermanonie and Draco gasped quietly. The jar. The missing jar. The jar with the magic rock inside of it. They didn't have to search any longer. They were excited to learn what the circle had planned to use it for.
The meeting ended with snacks and drinks. They all agreed to meet again under the next full moon to discuss the jar again.