With a squelching sound, Myrtle appeared in a bubble of water and did not bother turning off the tap as she came through it.

"OooooooOOOH BoooooOOO HoooooOO!" She wailed.

Those students weren't very nice to poor, innocent Myrtle; comparing her to Peeves and basically calling her ugly! Such Bullies!

Bullies who yelled.

Myrtle wondered if Barty missed her but she missed the pipes and her favourite U-bend.

She floated about wringing her hands and occassionally turning a tap.

Myrtle sobbed and hid inside a cubicle, curled up half in and half out of the bowl of the loo.

Smiling, the Divinations professor entered the boy's bathroom carrying a toothbrush, a tube of tooth cleansing potion, and what could best be described as a flat, clear rectangular object of Muggle invention.

What on earth was that strange fellow up to?

Turning into the sinks, he could see that someone had already turned them on. Either that, or they were busted. No matter. 'Waste not, want not', He thought as he wet his toothbrush aiming to scrub his teeth clean free of the garlic from the pizza he'd enjoyed down in the great hall.

Myrtle's sobs echoed strangely and were accompanied by the occassional splash. Hearing a strange brushing noise and hoping it wasn't anyone mean, she floated through the porcelain and over to the man who had appeared.

Oooohh. He hadn't turned off the tap.

Myrtle batted her almost transparent eyelashes at the man and floated through him before hiding under the sink and offering up a few attention seeking wails and sobs.

That terrible sound. What tale of woe could produce such a dreary dirge? More importantly; how does one do their business while a dead girl bemoaned her lot in the afterlife?

"Hey!" The Hufflepuff boy called out from within another stall. "Only place I can get some privacy...Sing me a happy tune, yeah? Give ya a galleon. Get yourself an ice cream. Cheer ya right up." . Of course Helios had no clue who he was talking to.

'Oh, Merlin!' The Professor sighed at the sound of Prince Sunrider's voice comming over the stall, but said nothing on it. Hopefully, he wouldn't attract Myrtle's attention and cause a potentially uhm...uncomfortable scene. But, who was he kidding, it was Helios. First things, first, though, what was Myrtle doing in the gents loo?


He heard it. He was, of course, having had a daughter himself, well versed on what a genuine weep sounded like vs. it's superficial counterpart. And, although he recognized the cry Myrtle just uttered as less than sincere, he nonetheless laid plans to acknowledge it. Especially after she passed through him, giving him the chills and heebeejeebees.

Pulling the toothbrush from his mouth, he looked like a rabid dog, and he took a moment to admire this self-amusing image in the pooling water of the sink, before rinsing off.

"Myyyyrtle? Now, Myrtle, you mustn't fuss." He said, as if speaking to a friend who had just broken it off with her best bloke now on the 19th time.

"Boooo Hooo-- sing?" Myrtle paused mid-wail before continuing right on again, "oooo hoooOOoo, so insensitive! What am I supposed to do with an icecream?" She popped up through the sink and stared over at the closed cubicle where the insensitive offer had come from.

Oh she remembered icecream. Myrtle sobbed by reflex.

She looked at the man with frothy stuff coming from his mouth and offered another sob, "Oh they were so meaaaaan, they compared me to Peeves like I am scaaaary and uglyyy! And they yelled and glared." Myrtle moaned and heard an odd noise from the direction of the cubicle. "The bathroom is flooded and they yelled at me." Myrtle added unhappily.

Still sniffing and sobbing and wringing her hands, Myrtle floated through the professor again and disappeared into the occupied cubicle for a few moments.


"OOOOOOooooooHHHH!" Her wail was a mixture of horror and sorrow and as she reappeared looking even more pale and faded than usual; her floating resembled fleeing more than anything else.

She floated through the professor twice more before hiding in the toilet bowl she had vacated a few moments ago and moaning miserably to herself, most of it put on- but some of it fresh and genuine.

John walked into the Boys bathroom, he was smelling so bad, he hoped that no one would ask what had happed, since he didn't want to talk about it. He then saw this ghost and disolved into tears "Please don't hurt me, or chuck anything at me" He looked at her with his face full of fear.

The Professor shivered once again as Myrtle passed through him. For as much as he had experienced it, he'd never really get used to it.

"Myrtle?" The Professor called from outside the cubible. "Myrtle, if those students were really rude to you, why don't we go up to the Headmaster and tell him so ourselves? H'mm?" He said, trying to coax the ghostly little girl from her introverted and emotional state.

"Brave up, boy! Doubt she can hurt much more than you eardrums." With a flush followed by the sound of hinges, Helios escaped the cubicle, and strode towards the sink beside the professor.

"So...Is she always this cheerful, or did I catch her on a bad day?" More amused than concerned, the young prince thoroughly washed his hands, checking his golden hair in the mirror, sighing at the choppiness of his self done haircut.

Myrtle peered at the odd little boy that spoke and immediately began wailing again, "Scaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarry means Uuuuuuugly! It's so mean to call me ugly! Its hard enough being dead!" She splashed about and disappeared up into the pipes for a few moments before floating out and perching upside down, seemingly held up by the power of wails alone.

Myrtle sniffled loudly and hid her face with a transparent hand, "I really want to stay! But mean students might make me want to go back to Baaaaarty." she sobbed and turned the right way up.

"But you are a nice man, why aren't your students nice? Dumbledore wouldn't let students be mean to meeeeeeeeeee." Myrtle wailed and flew back and forward, through the little crying hufflepuff but not through the professor this time because he was being very nice. She stopped and eyed him, "Is the headmaster nice?"

Myrtle gaped and sulked and sighed in equal measures. How rude this boy was to talk about her like she wasn't even there! She began to moan again loudly before pouting, "You are funny looking. Straaaange, odd, weiiiiiiiiird."

She began to wail again, drifting about and sticking as nearby to the nice professor as possible.

Pooooor, misunderstood, innocent Myrtle.

She turned on another tap for good measure.

John looked down at the floor it was soaked, he wondered what was causing it then saw the ghost put on a tap. So that was the answer, he wasn't shy so he walked upto where she was perched upside down and smiled at her. He didn't know what to say to her "Hello rough day?" He hoped that she was okay "My name is John Mosier, and I don't think your ugly." he shook his head, he thought about the bad experiance he had just gone though with Peeves. "So what you doing?" He asked her.

The bathrooms acoustics, and his mind worked in tandem to echo Myrtles words inside his head. Helios took a moment to look himself in the mirror once again, hands gripping the edges of the sink. "I think we are all a bit odd for being here. Strange tends to be fascinating though. All the little ghost boys must be queing at the toilets to meet a legend of the loo."

Wait a tic...Was he being...Nice?

"She's just...", Professor Kapoor was about to answer but was distracted by the boys hair and his own random train of thought. "Did you...get a haircut?" He shook his head rapidly, remembering the situation at hand with Myrtle. "Nevermind."

"Oh, yes! Headmaster Pe...Bontecou is a very nice man, indeed. You'll like him." The Divination Professor went on. With any luck, they'd get on just fine. And, besides, he felt with the shock of the houseghosts appearing, Professor Bontecou should also know about Moaning Myrtle.

"Myrtle, would you prefer to be escorted by way of water?" Kapoor said coaxingly, conjuring a somewhat large cauldron and filling it with the over-running water from the sink and offering it to Myrtle.

Ray walked inside the boy's bathroom after her noticed that water had soaked the sixth floor corridor leading to these toilets as he passed. It was a weird site for him but not the weirdest as he had already encountered a lot of ghosts. A ghost of a young girl stood upside down in front of him as a couple of boys were talking to her. It was then he remembered that he had already read something about this long time ago. Something about the legendary ghosts of Hogwarts and of course it came rushing to him the ghost of Moaning Myrtle. The famous ghost of the toilette that died due to an attack of a Basilik when the chamber of secrets was opened for the first time by the heir of Slytherin.
He listened to the conversation before leaning on and participating as he saw a professor conjuring a chauldron and offering it to the ghost.

Myrtle changed her tune instantly and began to simper at the two nice hufflepuffs. The boys at Hogwarts were much nicer than those mean mean girls.

"I'm being a loo legend." Myrtle floated through both of them in approval before remembering she was upset.

She offered a half hearted sob.

"Bontecouuuuuuu." Myrtle moaned, drifting about and flapping her hands, she stopped and faced the very nice professor and spoke through her sobs, "Oh you are so niiiiice to me. Not calling me ugly." She levitated in the air and floated down into the cauldron with a tiny little splash, the occassional moan, sob and sniffle emitting from the cauldron.

"Some hufflepuff boys are alright," Myrtle simpered from within the cauldron, "When they aren't being insensitve about me being dead."

Ray looked at the ghost as it went into the chauldron with a little splash and a son and moan emitted and resounded in the whole bathroom.
"Hello there" Ray finally said as he marched closer to the ghost. "My name is Ray James Hufflepuff" Ray introduced himself. "And if I am not mistaken you should be Myrtle... Well it's nice to meet you" Ray added.

John looked at Myrtle and smiled "Your nice" He said to her. As she went through him he give a little shiver "That's nice and refreching, so what you been upto?" He hoped that she had been having fun, he wondered why his dad or grandparents hadn't told him about the ghosts.

John watched as Myrtle went into the water that the professor had just got, he wondered what would happened to Myrtle but he didn't want to lose any points so he didn't asked the professor.

"We all take the boat ride across the Styx eventually." Helios said with a shrug of his broad shoulders. She wasn't bad company when she wasn't bawling. Heck, she could even be cute if she knew how to smile.

Shaking away any previous thoughts, the boy ran a hand across his hair. "Professor, may I ask you for advice?"

Professor Kapoor held tight the cauldron in his thick hands, making sure not to drop it. Briefly he considered some sort of shock absorbtion charm on the cauldron to help prevent a bumpy ride.

"Sorry to interupt, but I've got to take Myrtle to the Headmaster. Perhaps you could continue speaking to her later?" Professor Kapoor offered the two Hufflepuff boys a later opportunity.


"Perhaps a bit later, Helios? Meet me in my office if you like." Said the Professor, taking his leave, cauldron in tow on his way to see the Headmaster.

samuel walked into the boy's bathroom quite takenaback by seeing Professor kappor in the bathroom
slightly inbarssed he walked over to a urinel "Ermm...Professor why are you in here.." he said not wanting to go to the toliet with him in the room.
Moaning myrtle hovering overhead
"ermm hi Myrtle"

Ooh, the boy's bathroom.

He wasn't in need of the place, but had in fact heard the sound of a wailing girl coming from here. He'd come to find out was was wrong. A few people occupied the place at the moment, as well as a female ghost, who he just about witnessed flying into a cauldron, and then being taken somewhere by a Professor. Odd... but then again... Hogwarts. Jake tilted his head; he had recognised her from somewhere, but couldn't quite place where that somethere was. Maybe a book?

"Hi," he greeted everyone in the room softly. Maybe if he stayed for a while, the ghost might come back, and they could talk.

Hearing a bunch of people speaking suddenly, and being the social ghostie she was, Myrtle peeked her head out of the cauldron just enough that half of her round glasses showed above the cauldron's rim.

"Are we going soon, Professorman?" she sniffled, eyeing the new Hufflepuffs and Slytherin. "I'm sttarting to feel unwelcome here...." she trailed off with a wide-eyed glance at all the boys who seemed to know her name. They were probably plotting against her. Poor Myrtle.

Hugo let out a yell as a ghost popped her head up from the toilet. "I...oh hello," he murmered, rather uncertainly. "I didn't know anyone haunted this toilet!" He admitted, running a hand through his fluffy golden hair. His emerald eyes glittered pleasantly, as manners always came first with both humans, ghosts and any type of being really. He didn't always stick by that rule, but besides wailing a lot, this certain ghost seemed...okay. It was only then that he noticed a professor ushering the ghostie away.

"Hullo professor!" Hugo greeted brightly, a grin spreading across his handsome features. "I'll leave you to it." He nodded towards the sniffling ghost. Poor soul. She seemed miserable.

Jake took a quick glance at the ghost and smiled. A new friend? He didn't know who this was but he wanted to find out.

Looking round the room Jake recognised John but that was it, everyone else was a complete stranger.

"Um, hi," he said to the ghost. "I suppose I'll have to speak to you later, if you don't mind having a chat or somethin'?"

His new promise to make peace with as many as it was possible to do so with had gotten off to a shaky start on the train, but this ghost seemed... upset. And, for one of the first times ever, Jake didn't want to see that. He looked up at the professor.

"I'm sorry I'm in your way," he gabbled, moving aside. "And I'm sorry that I'm not strong enough to help..."

Though wouldn't... erm... lemme see... what's that doohicky called? That thing we're here to learn... oh yes, magic. Wouldn't that be helpful?

Thankfully Jake was smart enough to not say that out loud, as the professor no doubt had his reasons.