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Tomasina Riddle
Couldn't she get a relaxing bath anywhere? Was that too much to ask? She covered her ears as Myrtle wailed. She had to cover her mouth at the other noises she was making. Myrtle was going to make Paris puke if she kept this up. "I won't kick you out Myrtle if you let me have a relaxing bath after we sort out your problems," Paris told her.
We. Hmm, Myrtle liked this word. It almost made her seem like she had ffffriends or something.
SCCHHHHHQUEEELLLLLLLLLLLLCHHHHHHH!
With a wet, loud little
POP! the grey ghostie was out of the pipe and floating horizontally on top of the bathwater.
"I think that sounds reasonable," Myrtle agreed solemnly, not a sign of tears on her face. Either she was very good at making whining sounds by now or she had, in fact, not been crying at all.
She eyed the Quidditch captain quizzically. "What's your naaaaame?"