Honey waved goodbye to his roommate and slipped off the bed, still munching on the last of his second brownie. Today had been trying in a number of ways, but they had to be strong, even if he felt like curling up in a ball and crying for a while. In the end, that wouldn't do much good.

He dug the broken-off broomstick from under his bed and peered out the door to his room. As he clicked on his flashlight, he noticed the beam was already getting weak and flickering. Not good.