Originally Posted by Moaning_Myrtle

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"Oooh, you don't look like Dumbledore," Myrtle murmured, twirling one of her pigtails with a pale finger. She batted her eyelashes at the young Headmaster, thinking that any man with spectacles like that would have be sensitive to her cause.

"I like your glasses," she said in her sweetest, most innocent tone, floating up to his face for a closer look.

Originally Posted by Moaning_Myrtle

Myrtle batted her eyelashes at the Headmaster some more. She opened her round mouth to say something when AHEM, some bothersome students and another professor had to barge in. Oh nargles.

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Then she heard him. Peeves. The Poltergeist. Her arch-enemy...er, well, the only ghost that could be more annoying and attention-stealing than Myrtle herself.

"Eww," she piped up, peeking up from behind the Headmaster's desk to stare at Peeves. "Who let you in?"

Originally Posted by Moaning_Myrtle

Myrtle tapped her chin as if considering the Grey Lady's question. No, she really wasn't satisfied; she was far too ridiculously nosy to just let it drop without finding out who the Captain liked.

But Myrtle was too giddy about her own secret to push the girl any further just now.

"Okay yay! MY turn!"

Myrtle bouncefloated around the room, passing by each Prefect and Captain to make sure she had their attention, and then she came to a-float right over the big bubbly tub.

"My secret is..." Myrtle paused for dramatic effect. "There's a giant Hebridean Black dragon on the sixth floor and he haaaates to be tickled."

She giggled loudly and then disappeared up the tap of the bathtub where the sound of her giggles could still be heard echoing down the pipes.

Originally Posted by Grey Lady

If a ghost could go pale and loose consciousness, Helena would have done so. "Noooo!" she screamed and a gush of cold wind followed her as she fled the room.

Originally Posted by Sir Nicholas De Mimsy Porpington (AKA Nearly Headless Nick)

Nick saw the Grey Lady come into the room just behind him and flew quickly to her side. Hopefully the Baron and the Fat Friar would be joining them soon. He wasn't going to be the one to begin the explanation of what was happening, oh no!, it wasn't in his place to do that, but he was happy to provide reinforcement and add to the story if need be. If there were actually any explaining to be done. He was certain that Peeves and Myrtle had already done their fair share of damage, as it were, and now it was time to try and fix that.

Originally Posted by Zoerawrr

Something's gonna haaaaaaappeeeeen



Nick is waiting for the other ghosts before they reveal what is going on

And it's all happening around the Mirror of Erised...

Originally Posted by Fat Friar

Originally Posted by Fat Friar

Originally Posted by Fat Friar

Originally Posted by Grey Lady

"The children have told the adults," the Grey Lady said and knew that the others would hear her. "What should we do?"

Originally Posted by Grey Lady

"Myrtle can never keep a secret," the Grey Lady confided to the other ghosts in the room and heard student voices on the other side of the door. "Perhaps you can have Peeves take care of these obnoxious students when we're finished, Baron." She smiled at him and then remembered what she wanted to say to them. "I have an idea on how to protect our treasure." Her voice dropped to a level that no human being or animal could hear as she told the others of her plan. "It should work," she finally said with much satisfaction. "Shall we now go to the room?"

Originally Posted by Nearly Headless Nick

"Yes, I believe that would be best, before the students find a way to get back to us again," Nick said. "The student level has reached a frenzy, and it's virtually impossible to escape their attention. We must work quickly, now that we finally have the chance."

Originally Posted by Grey Lady

For the first time since Myrtle blurted out Dumbledore's secret hiding place, the Grey Lady was pleased to see the room void of any students. Still not trusting the students, she put up a temporary barrier that would keep them out until she or one of the other ghosts lifted the spell.

"Dear, me. This relic is smeared with human finger prints," she said sadly.

Originally Posted by Nearly Headless Nick

"She certainly does," agreed Nick. "Well, perhaps now we might finally be able to accomplish what we need to do and try and undo some of the damage which Myrtle has caused."

Originally Posted by Grey Lady

"Finally, you listen to me after all of these years," she said and began to twirl about the Mirror while humming an old tune. Then she stopped and held out her ghostly hand. "Baron, would you dance with me?"

Originally Posted by Nearly Headless Nick

Nick joined the Grey Lady and the Baron in the dance, beginning to twirl around the room with them in a circle. Soon the Friar would join in and the pattern would be complete.

Originally Posted by demented_death_eater

"You heard Madame Kohan," Vindictus said as he stepped into the section and headed over to the history section. "Here we go - History. Some of these books are hundreds of years old, so be careful." He noticed one that looked newer than the rest and pulled it out carefully. Cradling the old tome in his arms, he walked over to a table and sat it down. He opened it and saw that someone wrote in it. The writing was that of a past century and was very pointy, but the signature was that of a famous wizard. "This volume belonged to Albus Dumbledore," he gasped softly.

Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Originally Posted by ♦ Peeves ♦

The page of the book Anna was reading distorted and suddenly became a screaming face.

"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! STUDENTS IN THE RESTRICTED SECTION! NOSY STUDENTS BREAKING RULES!" Peeves started to shriek as he flew through the page of the book Anna held.

With a loud, rude noise he coated with all the books on their table with ectoplasm, leaving the pages goopy and ruined.

WOOOOOOOSH!

"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall...

PEEVESY MAKES THE BOOKS ALL FALL!"

Peeves flew through the restriction section, knocking books over onto the students and cackling. One of the books was on magic and weather, and when it fell, it unleashed a storm in the aisle blowing powerful gusts of wind through the aisle and issuing forth small bursts of lightning!

"HEE HEEEEEE!" Peeves laughed, delighted at his mess.

Originally Posted by Slytherin Fox

Antonio nodded. "Okay, those are all good answers," he said. "So, if everyone could refer to those textbooks which were passed out. Who knows what the word is you would use if you were using more than one method of transportation for your journey? Does anyone know what that term would be?" Antonio felt like giggling for a moment. He had begun to feel strange ever since the other day with his trip to the sixth floor.

Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Originally Posted by Hawken Terrell

Originally Posted by druidflower

Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Originally Posted by ♦ Peeves ♦

"Ooooh! Oooh! Me! Me!" Peeves waved his hand in excitement from the back of the group. He flew up to the front of the class where the potion was. "Professor Rey is lost today, but Professor Peeeeves is here to stay!" He grinned down at the students as he sang. He faked a deep, professor-like tone of voice. "Now, class, this is potion MOST DANGEROUS! But there's no need to panic -- Peeves will show you JUST what to do!" He dipped a cup into the potion and held it up.

"Ooooh... let's see what this can do!" he admired the green potion and then aimed for a student and threw the liquid straight at them, the liquid streaming through the air and landing, erupting in an enormous splatter of bright light. He cackled, pleased at his handiwork, and began tossing around cupfuls of potion, splashing it about and trying to hit the students. Soon the room was filled with explosive bursts of liquid light so bright it could burn your retinas.

Originally Posted by Lord_Voldemortist

As he passed by the front desk on his way out of the library (still invisible), he reached out and touched a boy who was standing at the desk. The boy was dead before Voldemortist had finished walking out the door. And then Voldemortist vanished.

Originally Posted by Biochemkris

Originally Posted by Lord_Voldemortist

Some Hufflepuff, indeed! He huffed silently in his head. Well, at least the other girl was closer to the mark with her adding "dark lord" to the list of possible suspects. He was practically dancing with his impatience for them to leave. He needed to find... something... of Hers.

Originally Posted by Lord_Voldemortist

Once the children were away, Voldemortist closed the door and began his snooping. It took him a while of looking through drawers and on shelves before he realized She hadn't left anything behind. He was on his way out the door when he decided that looking for hidden objects might not be a waste of time (really, anything She would have deemed important enough to hide She'd also deem important enough to take with Her, but one never knew what that witch might be thinking). It took almost no time at all after that to discover the loose brick at the ceiling. Once it was away he found an entire stack of letters. He flipped through enough of them to recognize them as his correspondence with Her and Her unsent responses. He gripped them tightly and angrily, seriously considering a second, third, and possibly fourth murder... No, he wouldn't give Her the satisfaction. He would bide his time....

Voldemortist snuck out of the room, still invisible, and now carrying a stack of parchment, clutched tightly beneath his robes. He slipped silently from the school and back into hiding.

Originally Posted by ♦ Peeves ♦

Now if Peeves were a ghost, where would he go? The Astronomy Tower? No. The Dungeons? Nah. Professor Kazimeriz's office? HECK NO!

Aha! The Spirit Room!

Peeves galloped into the Spirit Room, riding his pink thestral (which he had affectionally named 'Four-Eyes').

"Ghosties! Ghosties!" he exclaimed, attempting to reign in Four-Eyes. "Woah boy!" The thestral reared back and then came to a stop.

"No-Head, Tubby, Emo Girl, Pimples!...Baron, sir. The Headmaster hath sent me," he explained in his best John Wayne voice. "A student has died! Myrtle, you may just have a friend now!" He clapped. "Myrtle and dead boy sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love! Then comes marriage! Then comes a ghostie baby in a baby carriage!!!!"

WEEE!!!

"So," he said, resting his elbows on an invisible table, and his face in his hands, "What do we know? Tell me ALLLL the gossip.

"Oyah. Ghosties of Hogwarts," he added, motioning toward his pink thestral. "This is Four-Eyes. Don't get her confused with Pimples over there." He motioned toward Myrtle and then began stroking the thestral's fur. "Beaut, ain't she? The thestral; again, not Pimples."