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DADA “Welcome to your first DADA class,” the professor greeted the class as we sat down. I was so nervous that I was chewing on the end of my quill and it was almost pulp by the time everyone had arrived. The professor smiled at us grimly. “We have lots to cover today, but mainly we will be taking notes. Now, everyone get your quills out.” His eyes drifted to my pulverized one. I didn’t have an extra. He sighed. I ended up having to write out all the defence spells we were to learn that year one hundred times each. |
Past My past isn’t worth talking about. It will just depress you beyond words, as it has done to me. No, wait, I’ve just told you numerous stories about my past. If you haven’t noticed yet, they’re all sad. What’s the moral of the story? Don’t wear glasses. No, wait. Glasses are cool. Ah, here it is: don’t let other people’s opinions get the best of you. That’s what I did, and look what that did to me! Of course, nowadays I still do, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I just wish that in my past I were a bit happier. |
Slap Slap. Slap. Slap. Those were the sounds I heard most often. There was the slap of my feet hurrying across the wet stone floor of the girls’ toilets. And also slap of my tears against the windowsill. When the sky cried with me, the raindrops would slap against the patio of the school. That was almost a comfort to me, the rain. I never thought the slapping would stop. It never seemed to, at least. It always seemed as though I was running away from the world and crying. Yup, that was my life. Death isn’t much better, mind you. |
Warn My brother sat me down at Christmas time when I went back home for the holidays. “Now, Myrtle, you have to be careful when you’re at school, now that the Chamber of Secrets is open,” he warned me solemnly. I laughed. “You don’t actually think it exists, do you? It’s just a legend.” The look on his face silenced me. “Oh, fine, I’ll be careful,” I agreed. He put his hand over mine. “Walk around with a buddy or something.” I pulled my hand away. “I don’t have any friends, you know that!” Those were my last words to him. |
Depression Myrtle: (whines) Do I really have to keep going? All this talk is making me very weary, not to mention depressed. Cookie: Well, I would appreciate it, as well as the readers, I believe. Perhaps you could tell me your thoughts on this. (under her breath) Like I wouldn’t be able to guess myself… Myrtle: (sighs) Alright then. Depression is a hard thing. For me, it never goes away. Sometimes it just feels so heavy, you know? Well, of course you don’t know. No one knows how poor Myrtle feels because no one is as hopeless! Oh, woe is me! |
Lope “You’re turn to read from the textbook, Myrtle,” my Muggle Studies professor reminded me as I snapped out of my daze. “Oh…” I refocused my eyes on the paragraph I was to read from the book. Clearing my throat, I started, “The day was young and the grass was green. Sandy pointed to the beach. ‘Let us elope—‘”” Twittering from the Ravenclaw corner met my ears. The professor explained, “It’s lope, Myrtle, not elope. They are two completely different things.” Judging from the look of amusement on the Ravenclaws’ faces, I didn’t even want to know what it meant. |
Present What am I now? Sometimes I like to forget. I like to pretend I am a real girl again who can’t walk through walls and stays on the ground. It hurts, you know. It hurts in my heart thinking that I am this translucent wisp of air, almost non-existent. Worse yet, I am ridiculed even in ghost form. I manage, though. The bathrooms are my haven and that’s where I’ll stay to the day I die—no, forever, I suppose. See how depressing my life is? I can’t even say “life” in that sentence. Oh, how depressing my, er, death life, is… |
Wand My wand was quite pretty. It was made of holly and was eight inches long. I held it proudly on my first day at Hogwarts, but the other students just gave me a funny look. I ignored their stares and held it high in front of me while walking down the hall. The whisperings followed me, but it did not deter me. I still had no learned the strategy of conforming, so I didn’t notice that everyone else had their wands stowed when traveling. “Miss, it is not essential that you brandish your wand while walking,” a professor informed me. |
Fight I was in tears. “Maybe I should just run away!” I screamed at my parents, who had been harping on me forever. “I can use magic, you know,” I lied blatantly, hiccupping. I drew my wand. Mum toned down. “Honey, don’t point that thing. Dad and I don’t want to fight with—“ “Yes, you do!” I shrieked, raising my shaking wand. Both of them recoiled. “Hey! Myrtle! Don’t use magic of else you’ll be expelled!” My brother so lovingly said as he came down the stairs. My parents looked relieved and relaxed. I gave him a cruel death stare. |
Hoot Halloween was a terrifying experience for me back in second year. I was walking down the hallways alone (of course) when something jumped out at me. “Boo!” it yelled, making me scream. A light flickered on and an obnoxious-looking Slytherin stood leering at me. “Look who I found: Myrtle! I should get double points!” He cackled and the others joined in. I fled down the hall, then bumped into another something. “HOOT!” “Argh! Stop it!” I screeched, batting at it. Oh, it was just a stray owl flying around Hogwarts. I didn’t even want to know how it got there. |
History of Magic Professor Binns droned on and on. I don’t even know why I was listening in on the class, but seeing as he was a ghost as I was, I didn’t mind. I was getting very depressed in seeing the same stone walls of the girls’ toilets, anyway. “So, the ghost theory was largely debated over the years,” he continued in a bored voice, eyes half closed. I was surprised when, twenty minutes later, he pointed me out. “Moaning Matty at the back of the class had a choice to become a ghost.” “It’s Moaning Myrtle,” I growled through gritted teeth. |
Headmaster I heard that there was a new headmaster for Hogwarts one day; the rumor had been circulating for a while. Naturally, I didn’t care very much as I was already dead and Professor Dippet wasn’t who I would call a close friend. “The new headmaster has been announced,” the Grey Lady told me one day by Ravenclaw tower. My eyes widened. “Who is it?” “Professor Dumbledore.” I smiled. He was much better than the former headmaster. I like the way his eyes twinkled when he spoke; he was one of the only teachers who actually seemed sad when I died. |
Cauldron “Eww…” I stared at my cauldron of liquid that was a pasty brown color. We’d made it yesterday and were to let it sit for a night. Well, it was the next day and it was time to examine the results. Mine was hard as a rock; everyone else’s was smooth and creamy. I raised my hand. “Professor, why is my potion like this?” Mouth forming a line, he picked up the cauldron (which was quite heavy) and read the bottom. He set it down again. “This is a fraud cauldron. Next time, get your cauldron from a proper dealer.” |
Leprechaun “And what are you for Halloween?” the jolly-looking lady asked me as I stood on her front porch; I was six years old then. I held out my candy bag as she scattered some Twizzlers into it. “I’m a leprechaun!” I announced happily. She cocked her head, smiling. “Lovely, interesting creatures they are! In fact, I’ve seen them at the world cup—“ hastily, she covered her mouth. She looked shocked for a moment, but then pasted a smile back on quickly. “I mean, I had a dream that I saw them.” She looked like she was faking. “Happy Halloween!” |
Vex Oh man, I was vexed. My brother had told me all about Hogwarts school and how mean some people were there. I’d never really gotten along with anyone because of my glasses. How would Hogwarts be? Would I be accepted because I was a witch? I chewed on my fingernails as the Hogwarts Express pulled up with a toot. I’d been here half an hour early and no one had greeted me. Some gave me weird looks; I guess that was better than nothing. I embarked the train, hoping that my life would change for the better at this school. |
Snowball There he was, the twerp. He was a very tall seventh year who seemed to be working in the same league as Olive Hornby—in other words he made my life miserable. There was no mistaking his brownish-blonde hair and broad shoulders. He wore a long, black coat that obscured his school robes. Sneakily, I formed the snow into a hard ball in my mittens. Now was the tricky part. Tip-toeing behind him, I slipped it down his back. “Yeow!” He yelped, turning around and glaring at me evilly. Except it wasn’t him. It was my new Ancient Runes professor. |
Potions The simmering sound of bubbling potions flooded the dungeons. I drifted into the classroom through the sink where the used potions were dumped if necessary. I could hear the silence of a concentrating class (I assumed it was made mostly of Ravenclaws). I hoped that no one would spot me. My hopes were dashed. “Hey! It’s Moaning Myrtle!” a student squealed. She beckoned me with her hand. I reluctantly floated towards her. “Do you want to sip some Felix Felicis I’m making? It might turn you back into human if you’re lucky enough.” She giggled a bit maliciously. I scowled. |
Bore His eyes bored into mine and I had to look away. It hurt too much to think that when I was alive he was there for me all the time, but ever since my death he’d run away from the family, too hurt by my absence. Tears cascaded down my cheeks as the picture in the picture frame shook in my hands. “Why did you have to leave? You were such a good brother!” I sobbed. “I’m here,” a deep voice said. I looked up, shocked, and ran into the arms of a brother I hadn’t seen for so long. |
Broom I swept the floor every other day at the age of six. Often, I would hum to myself and wish that I could fly on it like witches in the stories could. When I tried, I would fall flat on the ground. “Please don’t fool around while doing your chores,” Mum reprimanded, giving me a stern look. “I was just trying to fly!” I protested, climbing off the broom. Mum sighed. “You know as well as I that no one can actually fly on a broom!” How wrong I proved her that it was possible to fly on a broom. |
Dungeon The dungeon was dark and dreary; I didn’t want to be here whatsoever. Grime and mould was edging every crevice in the stone walls and it smelled musky. Why, oh why, did I have to be down here? “You’re late for your detention,” my professor growled as she appeared at the door. I looked at my feet and didn’t say anything. This was my very first detention and I didn’t know what I’d be doing. As long as it didn’t involve that green mould… “You will be cleaning this dungeon of all the fungus until it shines,” Professor informed me. |
Owl Owls are ferocious creatures. I never had one in my stay at Hogwarts. My parents promised me one after my third year, but of course I never received it. Because of this, I had to use the school owls. “Hey, you mangy beast,” I growled to one as I tied a letter to it. It screeched at me and pecked at my fingers. “Ow!” I cried, pulling back and letting the letter drop to the floor. As the owl flew off, its droppings landed on the front of the envelope. I groaned and picked it up gingerly, but sent it. |
Hogwarts, A History Hermione was crying in the toilets again. I drifted lazily from the last stall where I usually moped. “What’s the matter now?” I asked, crossing my arms across my chest. I didn’t really appreciate people coming in to invade my privacy. Hermione just shook her head and waved her hand for me to go away. Her book bag lay beside her in a crumpled heap. “Make me go away,” I taunted. I felt something hard pass through my stomach and winced. Hermione was looking triumphantly furious at me. Looking behind me, I saw Hogwarts, A History lying on the floor. |
Sweet Tooth I walked down the hall one busy afternoon on the way to class. I overheard some of the cool girls talking on the side. They were the ones I envied because they were just so popular. “I totally have a sweet tooth,” the leader of the group told her friends. They all giggled admiringly. Eager to join in, I stopped by them and commented, “I have one too!” I remembered to smile very large; it’s amazing what a smile can do. They looked at me belittlingly. One girl pointed out cruelly, “Uh, no, your teeth are anything but sweet, Myrtle.” |
Feast The first years looked as little as ever as they peered at everything in the Great Hall in awe. One student who obviously knew his facts was pointing out all the ghosts. “That’s Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor Ghost,” he said, indicating to the ghost with his head almost severed. I had appeared at that very moment. “And that’s Moaning Myrtle, but she’s not the ghost of any house,” the boy continued. “Well, maybe the Queen of the Girls’ Toilets, but that’s about it.” I gave him a look of pure venom before shooting through the wall into my territory. |
Act There was to be a school play going on called Of Ghosts and Goblins. I tried out for a minor role as one of the children in that production and wished that I would be accepted. I never did get to be a child in that play, though I suppose that could be predicted, because, for one, I couldn’t act, and secondly, I died that following week. However, I did get called back for another role: a floating ghost in the background. Somehow the director thought I’d be best for that part and cut Olive Hornby, putting me on instead. |
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