 Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll
Tina had no idea what the consequences of sticking up for Myrtle would be. She half-expected a snide reply or a reprimand. So far, neither of those things had happened, but that didn't mean they wouldn't. In the brief moments that she waited for something to happen after she spoke, she noticed Professors Dopple and Burbage had showed up at some point. When did they get here? She'd been so laser focused on comforting Myrtle that she didn't notice anything else. "Hello, Professors," she greeted, giving them each a polite nod in turn. She wanted to talk to them both, but she could always do that later (or if nothing else, try to find them after class). For now, she thought Myrtle needed her attention more.
Tina wasn't sure what she expected to happen, but what she didn't expect was for Myrtle to stop screaming and float over to her. The ghost's suspicious expression didn't go unnoticed, but Tina supposed she couldn't fault her for that. From what she knew, it didn't sound like many people were nice to Myrtle in life or death. Then came the dreaded question Tina knew was coming. She took a deep breath, hoping against hope that her classmates and the other ghosts would be too distracted to hear her answer. "Well, I call him my friend, but he's more like my father really," she replied. "Gaston Marchand... do you remember him? Dark hair, had an accent like mine. He used to teach charms here. He said you helped him and a group of students when a monster came into the school from a portal or something... I wasn't here then so I don't know all the details. Anyway, he said they needed Peeves's help to close the portal, and you told him where he was. By the way he talks, it sounds like your information saved the school..."
Her voice trailed off nervously as she looked up, trying to gauge Myrtle's reaction. Would she remember? Tina hoped so! That story would sound preposterous otherwise, but it was the honest to Merlin truth.
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |