"Stop this madness, Walder Frey! If you must, take me for hostage and let my son go." Catelyn shouted desperately, holding a dagger dangerously at the throat of Walder Frey's current wife.

"Why would I do that?" Frey chuckled madly.

"Why are you doing this?" Catelyn dared to ask. "Why are you killing my people?"

Walder Frey's face darkened. "You called me a squib."

"A what?" Catelyn's face contorted in confusion.

"YOU CALLED ME A SQUIB!" Walder Frey screamed.

"What the fuck are you talking about? What is a squib?" Catelyn questioned. The musicians stopped playing the Rains of Castamere.

"Mother, I think a squib is an explosive." Robb said from his bloody position on the floor.

"What?" Catelyn was beyond confused.

"A squib looks like a small stick of dynamite." Robb said informatively.

"How… How do you know this?" Catelyn glanced at Robb. She turned back to Walder Frey. "Lord Frey, why are you so upset at being called a squib?"

"A SQUIB IS NOT A STUPID STICK OF BOOM!" Walder Frey screamed in anger. He took several deep breaths because he is a stupid old man and stupid old men shouldn't scream.

"A squib is a non-magical person born to magical parents." Walder Frey's wife in Catelyn's grip spoke.

"Whaaaaaaaat?" Catelyn was incredibly confused. "What do you have to do with magic? There is no magic in Westeros."

"His real name is Filch." A greasy man appeared out of nowhere. He was clothed in black robes. Was he a member of the Night's Watch?

"Professor Snape, what are you doing here?" Filch growled.

"I am here to escort you back to Hogwarts. You have played long enough. We are in need of a custodian. Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter make ghastly messes in the middle of the night all over the school. " The greasy man said.

"Bah! I don't want to go back. I'm having fun fucking bitches." Frey/Filch said.

Suddenly Osha appeared out of nowhere.

"Osha? What are you doing here?" Robb asked casually as blood poured out of his body.

"I've come to take the squib back." Osha said. The man beside her smiled creepily.

"STOP CALLING ME THAT! I'M NOT A SQUIB! KILL THEM ALL!" Frey/Filch shouted. The assassins armed with crossbows took aim.

"I DID NOT CALL YOU A SQUIB!" Catelyn screamed amidst all the noise. "When did I EVER call you a squib?! I still don't even know what a squib is!"

"JOFFREY SAID YOU CALLED ME A FILTHY SQUIB YOU STUPID WOMAN!" Frey yelled angrily.

"YOU WANTED TO KILL MY FAMILY BECAUSE A LANNISTER TOLD YOU I CALLED YOU NAMES?" Catelyn screamed back furiously.

"YES AND I STILL PLAN TO! SHOOT! SHOOT!" Frey roared. He suddenly started coughing. A lot. Frey vomited all over himself then fell off his stupid chair and died.

"Oh fuck," Osha said. "Now who's gonna clean up Potter's baby gravy?"

Amidst all the drama, a teenage girl with curly brown hair appeared out of nowhere. She looked endearingly familiar to Cat.

"Mother, it's time to go home. I accidentally wiped your memory too much." The teenage girl said to Cat, holding out her hand.

"You are no child of mine." Catelyn stuttered.

The teenage girl pointed a stick at Catelyn and whispered odd words. Catelyn was in agony.

"Her….mione?" Catelyn whispered.

"Yes, mum. Let's go back to London."

"What the fuck is a lundone" Robb asked, still on the floor.

"What? No, I still need to make the Lannisters pay!" Catelyn screamed. She slit the throat of Walder Frey's wife.

Suddenly Petyr burst through the doors. "I'M HERE TO FUCK BITCHES!" He screamed. He suddenly coughed and vomited all over himself and fell to the floor. "Only Cat," he whispered, and died.

Suddenly Ned burst through the doors and walked on Petyr's dead body to Cat.

He whispered, "One does not simply call Walder Frey a squib."