Scene 11 The set has merged back into a hallway, QUIRREL standing at its center, looking worried and harassed as he watches the stage shake.

(QUIRREL tugs at his turban, whispering to it with wide, scared, eyes)

QUIRREL. (his voice shaking with fear and a dim spotlight on him) Lord, do I do it now or should I wait to attack?

VOLDEMORT. (hissing in his ear) No, Quirrel. I believe you are now useless to me. I must leave your body.

(QUIRREL starts to shiver violently, scared beyond his wits. He knows his death is near and he is not looking forward to it)

QUIRREL. B-But master, no! I can help, I can serve you in more ways. I-

(Suddenly RON walks into the scene, whistling casually with his hands in his pockets. He headed to the bathroom at the end of the hall, but freezes once he sees QUIRREL with his turban undone)

RON. What in the-

(There's a scream and the stage goes white, lit up by all of the lights.)

(When the lights return, QUIRREL lays crumped on the floor, dead, and Ron straightens up, a new flash of light flickering from behind his eyes)

(RON grins maliciously, the spotlight falling on him, and the stage goes dark)