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Kaika smiled. Surely, this will distract Myrtle from whoever needs some space, no?
Not that she was looking to distract anyone, though. "Yes, Captain" she nodded, there were only two choices for those who came in here, either Prefect or Captain, and Myrtle got that one right. At least someone got amazing attention to detail, considering the amount of people that didn't notice her badge before.
"Jakey Wakey?" she had to ask, because that was quite an odd name, wasn't it? "You mean, Jake...Upstead?" yes, he was one boy with dragons, alright. And he was a Hufflepuff as well, it had to be him.
Knight in Shining Armour? Now, that was doubtful, considering how the boy ended running away from that Peruvian Vipertooth last year.
"Jakey Wakey....Upstead?" The ghost shrugged. She might have been a Ravenclaw but that didn't mean she had to memorize naaaaaaames.
"Is he smart and cute and did he ever like, get his head dunked in a toilet?" Because that's how she had met him, right? Right.
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Tomasina Riddle She nodded. "See thats all it takes. You don't have to cry all the time." She pointed out to her. That was a sure fire way to drive people away.
Paris pulled the towel she had around her body tighter around her body. Even though Myrtle used to he a girl Paris didn't want to give the ghost anything to memorize on her body. "My name is Paris Greenwood." She told Myrtle. "We did meet last term you know," was she upset that a ghost didn't remember her name? Yes she was.
Paris looked up as someone else entered the bathroom. Well Paris had already filled the tub with water so either the girl was going to have to get in line and cover her eyes or come back tomorrow for a bath. "Its ok. The more the merrier it seems," She told her.
"Don't try telling me what to do," Myrtle sniffffffled loudly. "I'm allowed to cry. I'm deceased.
No one mourned
meee so I have to mourn myself."
Honestly, this captain should get her head out of the clouds and pick up a history book now and then. Surely someone had written volumes about the amazing, awesome, moaning moping Myrtle by now.
"Paris, okay, like, I'll remember you now. If you come visit me." She nodded and adjusted her glasses. Was the girl wearing a towel? She was really going to take a bath here? Ewwwww what happened to Cutie Cliffie of Delicious Dominic? Why couldn't
theyyyyy take a bath today?