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Duel I watched the dueling club from behind a corner in the Great Hall. That good-looking Lockhart was leading it along with Professor Snape. It seemed very exciting; I wished I were allowed to do that when I was alive in Hogwarts. Ah well, now all I could do to satisfy myself was watch. The pupils looked as excited and anxious as I was to duel. When they were told to, they all paired up eagerly and I observed them as they disarmed each other, pummeled each other (no wand use there) and made each other cry. I changed my mind. |
Ford Anglia “Wow! Did I just see what I thought I saw?” I gasped to myself as I floated out of the lake. A Ford Anglia was sailing into the Whomping Willow. I winced and flew back inside. “Nick! There’s a flying Ford Anglia out there, caught in the Whomping Willow!” I shrieked to the Gryffindor ghost at the opening feast. He snorted. “Yeah, right, Myrtle.” He rolled his eyes and itched his neck. The Bloody Baron drifted moodily towards us. “Did you know that there’s a Ford Anglia stuck in the Whomping Willow out there?” Nick looked surprised. “No, we didn’t!” |
Animagus I remember when I was little I wanted to be a ghost as an animagus. That was before I was told that they were animals. That really saddened me and I wanted to be a spider so I could sneak into places without people seeing me. Then I thought about it, and realized that spiders were very ugly. I was told that then it would be a perfect animagus, thanks to Olive Hornby. Now I am a ghost, but it’s not like I can change into a human. I wish my animagus were a human. No, wait, that doesn’t work… |
Pace In Muggle Studies I found myself puffing along a makeshift track in the Quidditch pitch. I was doing the 2.4 km run to experience some Muggle sports, as the professor stressed. Although I’d shot off in the first few seconds, now I was dead tired. I was basically walking with a bounce in my step. “Hurry up, Myrtle!” The professor clapped her hands. I huffed past the finish line, gasping for air. She walked over to me, looking at her stopwatch. “Twenty minutes. I hope you improve.” Glancing down at me, she advised, “The key is to pace yourself, Myrtle.” |
Socks “Ewww…” a Hufflepuff roommate moaned, lifting a pair of wooly, bright pink socks from the Christmas wrapping paper. “Why would my parents send me these?” She wrinkled her nose. I looked at the foot of my bed for my Christmas presents and saw a few packages lying there—all from family members, of course. I started to open some. “Those are dreadful, I must say,” another girl commented, poking one of the socks. “Oh…oops, they aren’t mine! The package is to Myrtle!” The girl flung the wrapping paper along with the bright socks towards me. “Merry Christmas, Myrtle,” she snickered. |
Portkey “Myrtle, oh Myrtle, come here! You’ve got to see this!” The Slytherin girl said in a sweet voice. It was my very first week at Hogwarts and I was very naive. I walked over to her. “Look at this beautiful ring,” she breathed, pointing to a silver band with a garnet resting on top. “You can have it; I don’t want it.” A smile spread across her face as I reached out for it eagerly. The moment I touched it, I felt like I was whirling in the air, and landed in the middle of a potions class. Dang portkey. |
Mooch Valentine’s Day always gave me a sense of dread and fear. Everyone would receive lovely, pink or red cards and me? Well, I would be silently weeping in a corner or moping around feeling sorry for myself. We arrived in class on that day and a big banner was hanging in mid air, reading: “Smooch the Moocher!” We looked at each other, extremely confused. The professor rolled her eyes pointed to the small print under the heading: “Smooch the person who mooches from you the most.” At that, there was a flurry of movement as everyone scurried away from me. |
Quell My brow furrowed. ‘What does ‘quell’ mean?” I wondered aloud, scratching my head. A Ravenclaw looked up from his book. “It’s a kind of bird, stupid.” “Oh.” I stared down at the word again. The definition he gave me didn’t seem to fit in with the sentence, but he was a Ravenclaw! After he left, a Hufflepuff sat in his place. After a moment, she asked me, “What does ‘quell’ mean?” “It’s a type of bird. Duh,” I explained. Scoffing, a Slytherin boy who’d been sitting there the whole time informed me, “It’s not, you doofus. It means to stop.” |
Arithmancy Another good thing about dying is that I don’t have to take arithmancy class! Before I died, my brother was trying to convince me to take it up, but good thing I died. If I have something to be happy about, that is it. You wouldn’t believe what happened earlier today; Professor Vector actually came to me today to ask me if I wanted to take a class. You can imagine my shock; I was very offended that he’d try to inflict such pain upon me! Merlin’s beard, why would anyone in their right mind want to do that class? |
Patronus I shouldn’t have been out of the toilet after hours that night, but for once I decided to take a moonlight drift. My thoughts were on that strapping Harry Potter. There were whispers that he was making a secret student organization: that was the reason why I was out and about; I wanted to find him. I turned a corner when someone commanded, “Expecto Patronum!” A silvery mass that looked like a swan charged towards me. I shrieked, dodging. When the student, an Asian girl, saw who I was, she gasped. “Oh, I’m sorry. I was just practicing my patronus.” |
Torch I gazed at the brilliant flames in the torch, floating about five inches from the stone floor. It was mesmerizing. Actually, I wasn’t here to stare at fire. I was here to meet up with a young boy ghost I’d met in the lake. He was very mysterious and I didn’t know his name, but we agreed to meet here. “What are you doing here, staring at a torch, Myrtle?” Nearly Headless Nick asked me curiously. I stuttered, “Oh, nothing, leave me alone!” I pouted and turned to look at the flames again. He joined me. “Ooo, it is pretty…” |
Egg on “Do it, do it, do it,” the class chanted, egging me on. Their evil grins didn’t help my nerves much. I hesitantly stumbled to the front of the class, a baby acromantula in hand. It squirmed in my palm. “I don’t want to do this,” I squeaked. “You have to,” one said warningly. The rest nodded slowly. Biting my tongue, I slipped it into the teacher’s desk drawer. I breathed a sigh of relief; all went well, except that on the way back to my desk I bumped into a squishy body; the professor’s. I have the worst luck ever! |
Time-Turner It was very pretty. The time-turner gleamed at me. Picking it up, I looked in the bathroom mirror. My glasses looked as horrible as ever and I could see my acne acting up even in ghost-hood. Sighing, I wondered if I could go back in time and see if I was any prettier then. “Here it goes,” I muttered, spinning it many times. When it stopped, the bathroom looked a bit cleaner and there were merry voices outside. I gazed into the mirror closely. Nope, I still had my pockmarks and everything. Darn. I guess ageing stops when you’re dead. |
Quill My quill was very ugly. It was second hand, passed down from my brother to me from all his years at Hogwarts. My parents were very thrifty people, you see. I went to school with my old quill; my brother tried to make me feel better by saying it was probably worth more because it was antique. “Is that a quill?” A piping voice said from behind me on the first day. “Yes, it’s worth more than yours because it’s an antique,” I quipped, quoting my brother. For some odd reason, she and I didn’t ever get along after that. |
Kneazle “I have a present for you!” Mom announced proudly, holding up a mini-kennel. I eagerly raced to her, though I didn’t think it’d be good; she never gave me good stuff! They were all to pink, too obnoxious, or too…ugly. There was a meow from the box. I peeked in, and a paw swiped at me, scratching my cheek. “Arghh! Darn kneazle!” I cried, clutching my face, sobbing. Why did Mom always have to get me something I didn’t want? “Oh, honey,” Mom cooed. She set down the kennel and the kneazle squealed. “It’s a cat. What’s a kneazle, anyways?” |
Charms I had learned to hate charms class from early on. Go figure. It happened one very drab day. I was very calmly walking up to Professor Flitwick’s desk when suddenly I felt a massive force me forward! I flew into him, knocking him from his perch and onto the floor. “What,” Professor Flitwick squeaked furiously, “Was that?!” “Sorry, Professor,” a Hufflepuff yelped, “I thought Myrtle was you!” I watched smugly as the Hufflepuff boy received a prompt detention from the professor. Served him right! I’m not that short, am I? Or worse, I don’t look like I’m half goblin, right? |
Daring I was feeling pretty daring one day. Well, it was daring under my standards. I was eyeing that handsome prefect, who I’d learned was Tom Riddle. He wouldn’t notice another Hufflepuff girl at the Slytherin table, would he? So I sat down next to him casually, starting to eat. Sure enough, he looked at me. I was blushing at his attention when he cleared his throat. When I glanced at him, he had a beautiful smile on his face. I should have known it would not be good news. He laughed to his friends, “This shows Hufflepuffs really are simpletons!” |
Yodel I was yodeling in the girl’s toilets one day, since it is my secret pastime. No, you probably cannot imagine me yodeling, but it’s kind of like a release valve. I find it makes me feel better after I let it all out. I’ve even composed some of my own, after the Bloody Baron accused me of plagiarism of his own (don’t tell him I told you that). I was yodeling away in the stall, floating above the toilet, when Filch burst in. He grunted when explored the washroom. “Eh, no big leaks. I thought I heard something faulty, though…” |
Nap I read the back of the box. Need some rest? Swallow these pills and you will get a small nap during class. I was interested. My eyes had deeper bags under them than usual. That’s all I needed; a nap. I paid for the pills and the next day, I tried them out. They didn’t work as planned. The moment I swallowed a pill, I started singing the alphabet uncontrollably. It was the middle of class. To make things worse, it was transfiguration class. Professor McGonagall had never liked me much. I would never hear the end of this. |
Classroom I plunked my books onto the hollow, wooden desk, wondering where everyone else was. I hadn’t made any friends yesterday, which had been my first day at school. I wasn’t even that early. Glancing around the classroom, I saw that there was a rotting chalkboard in one corner as well as a molding pile of something that had seen better days. “Miss, what are you doing in this classroom?” Professor McGonagall inquired sharply, her eyes piercing through me. I gulped and mumbled under my breath. Turned out I was in the old staff room, which wasn’t a classroom at all! |
Christmas “God rest ye merry hippogriffs,” I sang at the top of my lungs down the hallway. I’d come home this Christmas; school had been too depressing for me to stay there. At least at home people were a bit willing to talk to me. “Please, Myrtle, don’t sing that racket in the house,” Mother reprimanded, hand over the telephone. “Take it outside if you must sing that song.” I sighed and headed outside. It was serene and cold and it made me shiver. So, this was Christmas away from Hogwarts. I couldn’t even sing magical songs. Did I belong anywhere? |
Snappish “Myrtle, take a look at this crab,” my brother said, poking about the sand. We were holidaying in the Caribbean; it was the summer before I was to start school at Hogwarts. I peered at the scuttling crustacean. “Does it bite?” I asked, bending closer. “Why don’t you test it out?” he suggested, smirking. Reaching down my finger, I brushed the shell. The crab did nothing. I dangled my finger in front of it, and it snapped its pinchers at me. “Ahh!” I screeched, pulling back. “That’s one snappish crab.” I pouted. “And now you’re crabby,” my brother pointed out. |
Angry My parents made me go to a Muggle counselor when I endlessly complained about my woes at Hogwarts. She made me write down a list of what angered me. What makes me angry: ~People teasing me about my glasses ~Not getting what I want ~Having to walk outside when it’s cold ~People talking to me too much (in the form of a lecture) ~People not talking to me at all ~People ignoring me ~People getting on my case ~Bathroom stalls ~When I fail exams ~Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry ~People making me write down lists of what angers me |
Dare Remember those Muggle snacks by the company ‘Dare’? I loved those when I was little. I still loved them entering Hogwarts, so I brought some on the first day of school. I’d gotten homesick already but they tasted like home, deterring my suicidal thoughts. It was weird because when I let others try them (chiefly those who were purebloods) they stuck to their teeth and caused their gums to swell. It puzzled me, but when they tried to hex me with their wands, I was glad that their jaws were stuck together. Now I carry a pack wherever I go. |
Common Room "Excuse me, can you tell me where the Hufflepuff common room is?" I politely asked a prefect who looked friendly enough. Where had the other Hufflepuffs gone now? The prefect looked me up and down, a snarl forming. "In the dungeons," he growled, squinting at me evilly. "Er, thanks," I told him, wandering down many flights of stairs in my pursuit for the other Hufflepuffs. It turned out that my common room was by the kitchens, but I didn't find that out till the second day of school and someone found me nearly frozen next to the Slytherin common room. |
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