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Tomasina Riddle
She was just about to start a bath to take a relaxing soak and unwind when she heard the faint sniffling sound. She stopped and looked up. She heard it again, and she bent down to hear where it was coming from. "Oh no," it was coming from one of the pipes. She sighed and sat down on the edge of the tub. "Come on out Myrtle and tell me whats wrong." She called to the weepy ghost. If she was going to have a relaxing bath she needed to make Myrtle happy.
The sound of whining, echoing wailing seemed to increase tenfold when Paris spoke up.
"NNnnnnnnnnnnNOOOOOO!" the ghostie screeched from somewhere up around the bend in the pipe. "You'll jjjust, you'll just," she sniffled loudly and it distinctly sounded like she was swallowing snot, "you'll jjust kick me ooooouuuuttt like evvvverybodddy does. Or you'll ffforget about meeeeee."
The term had been in session like a whole WEEK and no one had come to visit Myrtle. For shame, Hogwartians.