A Poop * k8 *
Elliot jumped, almost out of her seat completely...when she heard the singing...that awful, awful SINGING. She put her hands over her precious ears..those instruments of hearing...she didn't want to lose her sense of hearing...then she'd never hear people say how BEAUTIFUL she was anymore...and what a sad, sad existence that would be...
It was Moaning Myrtle...riiight? Elliot scowled. "YOU. CAN'T. SIIIIING!" she shouted, clearly annoyed...and she felt a cold coming on...which was making her EXTRA irritable...
She wanted to through a BOOK at her..but what good what that do, anyways?! Stupid girl was a GHOST!
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |