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Muggle On my first day of Hogwarts, we were sitting around the Hufflepuff table, munching happily on crispy turkey drumsticks. I felt so happy even though no one was talking to me. A few fellow students beside me were talking about their families. “My mom is a ministry witch and my dad works in Diagon Alley,” one Hufflepuff in brown pigtails announced proudly. “My dad almost became minister of magic. Mum stays home to look after my brothers,” another replied. I decided to pipe up. “My parents are both Muggles.” They looked at me as if I were from another planet. |
Divination I hated divination with a passion. The professor did not like me whatsoever, I decided. He would always predict my painful death or a sorrowful week to come. I blame him for lowering my self-esteem several notches. If it weren’t for him, I may be a happy (and living) girl right now. “Oh,” he murmured in his low voice as he stared at the crystal ball placed in front of me. “I see omens of death, Myrtle. The signs aren’t looking good.” “I know that already,” I shot back at him, glaring. I myself couldn’t see anything in the fog. |
Thestrals A big seventh year Gryffindor had just knocked me across the face with the end of his broomstick (a very sturdy one, I might add). Blood was spurting out my nose at an alarming rate. Oh, why me? I stumbled across the green grass towards the castle. Then I felt something brush past me. I froze, then continued. Maybe it was the wind. It happened again. Miraculously, I felt the blood on my face being licked off. It was peculiar. It was a few moments after that I realized it was a thestral. After my awareness, I ran for it. |
Dictionary “You are such an impenetrable retardate and you want to make me retch,” a snotty Ravenclaw told me when I asked to copy her homework on hinkypunks. “Go find your own didactic resource.” A perplexed look crossed my face as she walked away, disgusted. What did those words mean? Those Ravenclaws, couldn’t speak without leaving half the population confused. I looked the words up in a dictionary and wasn’t pleased with the results. Moral of the story? Don’t even try to find out the definition of the words someone calls you, especially if the words are coupled with a scowl. |
Parseltongue Hiss. Hiss. Hiss. What was that? I bustled down the hall in my third year, heart beating faster. It didn’t sound nice and gave me an eerie feeling. I walked past some tall Slytherins speaking in hushed voices. “You can speak parseltongue?” I swear I heard them whisper in awe to that pretty…prefect? Was that the prefect that had brought me to the hospital wing? Surely it couldn’t be… Squinting, I tried to make out his features through my thick glasses. The Slytherins caught me staring and glared at me menacingly, turning their backs and disappearing into the gloomy hallway. |
Yule Ball All those happy noises: giggling, chatter, clinking glasses, made me sick. I sat dejectedly in a fountain as the Yule Ball progressed. A couple emerged from the Great Hall hand in hand. They didn’t spot me till they sat on my lap. “Ger off!” I whined, sliding out from under them. “Sor-ry,” the boy shot at me. Wrinkling my nose at them, I floated into the Great Hall. Vociferous noise surrounded me as students danced. A Gryffindor boy turned to see me just before I disappeared into a bowl of punch. “Hey, look, a ghost! Let’s throw pasties at her!” |
Whomping Willow Oh my goodness, I could not tell you how depressed and frustrated I was at my life. It came to the point where one day, I couldn’t hold it all in and didn’t have the strength to run to the girls’ washrooms. Grabbing my face, I clawed at it, howling in utter despair. What can I say? I was a nutcase. I guess you could say I still am. Crying and tearing at every part of my body, I felt onto my dormitory bed. If anyone saw me, they would have thought I had an encounter with the Whomping Willow. |
Homework Oh, look, there’s Hermione, I thought hopefully to myself as I peeked above the washroom stall at the bushy-haired girl who’d entered. “What are you doing here?” I whined. She shrugged. “Not meaning to be rude, but it’s none of your business.” Her snotty nose went up in the air. I huffed. “Why don’t you tell me?” I floated towards her. Hermione headed for the door. “No. I’ve got to do homework. Bye, Myrtle.” The next moment, she was gone. So, no one would talk to me, not even Hermione, who felt that her homework was more important than me! |
Roar Uugh, what is that? I thought to myself woefully, rising up to the bathroom window to see what the commotion was. A shattering roar came from behind me. I would’ve fallen, if I were alive. Instead, I floated to the ground and twirled around. An interesting-looking girl with big eyes stared back at me. On her head was an enchanted lion with a roaring mouth. I clapped my hands over my ears. “Get out and take that hat with you!” “You’re Moaning Myrtle, aren’t you?” She gazed at me vaguely. I plunged down the toilet, roaring ringing in my ears. |
Extinguish “Come on everyone, spray Myrtle with sparks from your wand because since she’s a ghost she’ll extinguish them!” A bright Gryffindor boy in his first year cried, brandishing his wand in front of my eyes. I screeched, “Stop it, you fool!” And dodged some sparks heading my way. Raucous laughter echoed around me as the boy’s friends joined in the ‘fun’. “That gives you no reason to try to set me on fire!” I could feel tears come to my eyes. The boy looked at me innocently. “But you’re transparent and probably as cold as ice! How can we resist?” |
Astronomy Hiding around the school and peeking at students was a weird pastime of mine. This time, I’d decided to go to the astronomy tower instead of the Herbology greenhouses. Nothing could go wrong in there, I had reasoned. Some second years were staring up into the night sky, writing things on large pieces of parchment. “Hey! Look!” One student exclaimed after a long lapse of silence. “That star constellation looks like a toilet!” Other students gathered around her telescope, laughing and whispering. “It does,” another student commented. “And it looks like a head coming out of it—like Moaning Myrtle!” |
Future What lays ahead in my future? Well, I’ve planned it out already. I plan to haunt bathrooms for the rest of my death, find different objects to terrorize, and maybe fall in love. Yes, there are some rather fetching boys in Hogwarts, if you haven’t noticed. That Harry Potter is quite a looker, but so is that Draco Malfoy. I can’t decide whom to direct my affections to. Yes, my future lies very clear ahead of me: to do what all female ghosts do. I do not have any doubts whatsoever. Besides, what could happen to me? I’m dead, anyways. |
Newspaper I unfurled the newspaper and looked at the picture under the big headline. The girl was someone I recognized—me. Pearly tears formed in my sad eyes as I read the newspaper held with two transparent hands. They didn’t even concentrate the article on me; how dare they! Angry, I rose out of the toilet as I heard girly laughter come from the door. One I recognized as the girl who always teased me about my glasses. A cruel smile spread across my face. She’d regret what she did as long as she lived. |
Fearful There was one girl I was terrified of when I went to Hogwarts: Olive Hornby. She was the worst person on the face of the planet in my eyes. “I like your glasses, Myrtle,” she sneered as she passed me. “I mean, I would like them if I were in the sixteenth century.” Her piercing, shrill laugher followed me as I ran down the hall in tears. School was a game. It was a game consisting of me hiding from her and her trying to hunt me down. Often times I thought my heart beat abnormally fast for an eleven-year-old. |
Death I think death was the best thing that could’ve happened to me. You must think I am odd (that wouldn’t be a first) but sometimes it’s better than life when you are teased non-stop. I remember the day I died. There were the bright eyes staring at me. Then I floated and didn’t know when it would end—however, I came back to where I spent most of my time. My vengeance was terrible to behold. I don’t think she ever had a good night’s sleep after I was killed. I still laugh at her expression when she saw me. |
Penseive “Now, everyone think of a memory. I will extract it from you and put it into this interesting device,” the professor announced confidently. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to picture something. I got it. It wasn’t happy, but oh well. When the professor came around, he swirled my memory into the misty fog. “For an example, we will demonstrate on Myrtle here.” Everyone gathered around, curious. I can’t really remember what happened, but all I do remember is everyone falling into the dish, seeing my memory of when Olive Hornby broke my glasses, and the laughter that ensued. |
Teem His eyes were teeming with droplets of tears. I knew they were going to overflow, so I decided to make my move and float over to him. I was right; a moment later, they came tumbling down like a waterfall. His gasps for breath sounded so plagued. “Are you alright?” I cooed, leaning over the sink. “Go away,” he said, his pointed face grimacing as he choked on more tears. “Leave me alone.” The reflection in the mirror showed a female ghost with a sixteen-year-old Slytherin. I pouted. “Fine, then.” But he called me back, just as I had predicted. |
Pajamas I pulled on my pink pajamas decorated with little angels on clouds one night in third year. The other girls shrieked with laughter at the sight. “Those are your pajamas?” They squealed, gawking at the bright colored garments. Turning to them, I pointed to an angel. “Isn’t it…cute?” I shrugged. “Mum got it for me last Christmas.” “Last Christmas?” another girl said in disbelief. “Who keeps their clothes for more than a year?” Perplexed, I opened my mouth. The girls just shook their heads and turned their backs on me. “Don’t say anything more, Myrtle. It’ll just make it worse.” |
Ancient Runes “Myrtle, it’s your presentation next,” my Ancient Runes professor informed me. I shakily walked to the front of the classroom. On the black board, I wrote Ancient Ruins. “In my presentation today I will be talking about—“ There was a torrent of laughter from the back of the class. The professor cast a stern eye upon the gigglers. “What reason do you have to disrupt?” he asked them sternly. Between fits of laughter, one girl choked out, “Myrtle…spelled…Ancient Runes…wrong.” I looked back to my title. Dang. “Just face it, Myrtle, you are an ancient ruin!” a boy said smartly. |
Joke I was walking down the hallways, books tight up against my chest, as I didn’t want anyone stealing them today. I overheard a boy in my year talking to his friends. “Yeah, isn’t Myrtle the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?” he mused, a bit obviously, I thought. I felt pleased although it sounded too good to be true. The rest of the boys snorted with laughter. They pointed to me and the boy turned around. He also hooted with laughter when he saw my blushing face. “I wasn’t serious, I hope you know that, Myrtle. Can’t you take a joke?” |
Transfiguration Professor Dumbledore surveyed the class as we sat down for another year of learning how to turn beetles into buttons. He peered at my sorry attempts. “Myrtle, have patience,” he reminded me as I jabbed my wand at the beetle. “Hard work will get you to your OWL that you will take in fifth year." I wailed, “I’d do anything to avoid having an OWL exam for Transfiguration!” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, but you will have to take it; virtually nothing can stop you besides death.” That’s one good thing about getting killed in my early Hogwarts years. |
Boggart “A boggart will turn into your greatest fear,” the professor informed us as we scribbled notes. “For some, it turns into insects, and others, into those they are scared of the most.” Raising my hand, I inquired, “Is there such thing as an anti-boggart, then, that will show you what you would love the most?” The professor paused mid-sentence and looked at me. “No, there is no such thing. Please concentrate on the class right now and don’t start new topics.” Then he continued. Olive Hornby, behind me, whispered in my ear, “Your anti-boggart would be you with no glasses!” |
Dress robes “What?!” I yelped, eyes wide in terror. This could not be happening. The professor nodded happily. “Yes, each of you will bring out your dress robes and we will have fun in this class; we will have a ball!” She giggled. “No pun intended. It’s just like the Muggles do as well, as this is Muggle Studies class.” I sat, petrified. She had to drag me to my dormitory to get the dress robes out. I can never forget that day when I arrived in the classroom with my frilly, tattered dress robes. No one even asked me to dance. |
Veela Oh, how I wish I were like a veela. People would treat me with respect and awe, not contempt and annoyance. I studied myself in a puddle of water on the washroom floor. The transparent girl stared back at me. I squinted my eyes, trying to imagine myself with blonde hair and no glasses. I couldn’t. No, wait, I could. Then I didn’t want to. Why? Because I couldn’t possibly imagine myself with another face, and for one to look like a veela, she must not have a face that resembles a cross between a sad monkey and an owl. |
Pureblood “Oh, I wish I were pureblood,” I groaned to my older brother one summer day. “Then I wouldn’t get teased at school.” He looked doubtful. “You think so?” I nodded. “Most of the people who tease me are Slytherins, and they’re basically all pureblood.” “Only the Slytherins tease you?” The expression on his face remained disbelieving. I counted on my fingers, making sure that I didn’t forget anyone. “Well, no, there are those boys in Ravenclaw. And some Gryffindors do too. Now that I think of it, a few Hufflepuffs tease me as well.” “That is everyone, Myrtle.” “Shut up.” |
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