Myrtle sniffled again and preened a bit, flipping her pigtails and adjusting her super stylish glasses.

"Why would you want to see that when you can see meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?" Myrtle popped herself half out of the sink and batted her lashes.

William smiled bowing his head in shame. "You're right of course. I'm glad to see you Myrtle. You're much more prettier than anyone here." He replied his eyes bright. He stood a respectable distance from the sink, allowing her space.

"Myrtle," Jake exclaimed, a tad meekly, still sitting on his sink. He thought he could smell, like, damp or something, but he was in a bathroom... so... well... would you inhale deeply in the boy's bathroom?

'zactly.

"I..." trailing off, Jake directed his gaze at the ghosts eyes, ready for whenever she decided to make eye contact. "I've been looking for you... erm..."

Awwwwkwarrrrrrrd.

"And I cryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy better than anyone else." Myrtle prompted him.

Of course he was glad to seeee her.

"Some people tryyyyyy to cryyyyy better than meeeeee but they aren't very goooood."

Cedric entered the boy's bathroom.Myrtle was there,sneaking again.AGAIN!."Hiya!Myrtle.What's the feeling of seeing gorgeous boys in their own bathroom."He grinned,Rude side of him.

He heard that myrtle was talking about her 'cry' thing.

"Of course you are,cause they aren't overacting criers."He murmured.

William nodded eagerly, "Of course you do! I don't like it when you cry but it sounds like music when I hear it." He replied hoping she wouldn't take it the wrong way.

William turned as another boy waked in and frowned. "Be nice to her." he glowered before turning back to Myrtle and blushing.

*sniff*

"You left me letters everywhere but Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Can't write back." Myrtle pointed out and floated out of the sink and into a stall, poking her head out and peering at him.

"They are! They aaaaaaare!" Myrtle moaned. "They cry loud and long and make the lake horrible! Every time I visit Barty, all I hear is cry cry cryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy."

That was Myrtle's job!


Myrtle floated out of the stall and right up to William's side, preening. "Like muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusic?"

"But your is louder."Cedric chuckled and Jakers were here too and another boy.He glanced to the two."Hey Jake"He mumbled then waved to the other.

"CRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY,Is the worst thing that people do"

"Well... I thought," replied Jake, swinging his feet, feeling a little awkward. "If you knew I was looking for you... then you might not be so mad at me, and... well, I've been hanging around here... waiting..."

He fell silent for a moment, listening to what she was saying to the other two boys. Something about... crying... in the lake.

Dude... who was Barty?

MORE COMPETITION?!

"Who... who's been crying, Myrtle?" Jake asked, tilting his head interestedly. Looking round at Cedric, blinking a little, Jake said the first thing that came to mind. "Ced... shut up."

William didn't even flinch when Myrtle floated out of her stall and right up to his side. He just smiled and nodded, "Yes. The most beautiful love song ever created." he replied. He should be creeped out really he should but he wasn't.

"Unless you are gooooooooooooooooooood at it like meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." Myrtle flew through Cedric, to make him feel the cold shock of a ghost touch.


He should be totally flattered.

"I'm still MAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!" Actually, she wasn't. Myrtle had completely forgotten why she'd supposedly been mad in the first place, but for good measure she made all the taps turn on and water gushed out. Not funny flooding lake water, proper Myrtle water.

"I don't knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww WHO. She's LOUD and sometimes there are bubbles."

Oooooooooooooooooh maybe Myrtle would have to direct her attention to the Ravenclaw boys.

She batted her eyelashes at him.

"You should write me a poem."

"Okay Jake!"Cedric stuttered..

Upsteads are BOSSY!!Jake is so curious,I wonder why?

"So Myrtle,Who are the nothing but a second hand trying hard copycats."He mumbled."Means that who copies your drama thing."

"Aww,Myrtle.Did you have to flew over me."He stammered,freezing at the moment.Hopes that all,just a touch and no snuggle thing at all.Maybe Myrtle was attracted to him,Yes!He should be flattered.

William smiled a rather dashing smile and winked at her. "It would be my pleasure Myrtle. When would you like it?" he asked looking her in the eyes.

remembering there were others in the room he waved at the other boy he didn't know and grinned at Jake.

"Moaning Myrtle
killed by the basilisk
so poor Myrtle
Don't want anymore to take a risk"

Ced uttered wants to test Myrtle's patience.He was sure that Myrtle will burst into tears,TEARS OF JOY!!

Feeling water suddenly splash at his back, Jake leapt down and glanced behind him. Water. Bleh. "Sorry," he mumbled, looking back around at Myrtle, his gaze lingering on Cedric for a second. "Okay... you don't know."

Meh... maybe it was some grindylow being all sad about the lake water getting into the castle, assuming it was lake water. Poor grindylows. "Sorry I can't help, though," Jake added, keeping a neutral expression. And then Cedric spoke again.

"Ced... shut UP!"

Blah blah blah, they all talked a lot and only the Ravenclaw had good things to say.

"At the lake. Tomorrow. You can tell me poems really loudly and drown out the crrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyying thing." Myrtle preened.

Who was the most popular ghostie girl iin the whole schooooool?


MYRTLE!

"Moaning? Moaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaning? That's soooooooooooooooooo insensitive to bring up the basilisk. Do I talk about your biggest fears? No I do not." Myrtle sniffled and began to howl, crocodile tears pouring down her transparent cheeks as the water flowed from the tap even faster.


Sniff.

"You can aaaaaaaaaaaaaaall write me poetry. Nice Poetry. It can be a house competition." One that would be judged by the most fantastic, beautiful, perfect, sweet and lovely girl in the whole world ever.

Okay... the water was loud and very wet.

Hands clamped over his ears, Jake winced a little. "Myrtle... if we... or some of us promise to help shut up the crying grindyl- I mean... thing... then can you... well, shut off the water... and... be my friend again."

Waiiitttt... poetry.

Nuh uh. No way. Nada. NAHHH! Nope.

"Poem... 'kay."

NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!

William nodded bowing slightly. "I'll write a special poem just for you Myrtle. And everyone will know just how amazing you are. Something I already know." he replied, shuffling his feet nervously and shaking his head free of the water that was now rushing out. He wasn't going to complain though he didn't want to hurt her feelings.

He turned to glare at the boy again. "Dude, seriously? Have some respect." he said rolling his eyes at him before looking at Jake. He seemed to know who that boy was, good thing too.

Myrtle fluttered her ghostly lashes at Jake and the taps obligingly turned off.

"You'll really stop the crying thing? And write a poem?"


Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Hufflepuffs were soooooooooo obliging weren't they?

"Iiiiiiiiiiii want LOTS of poems!" Myrtle spoke in silky tones and struck a pose.



Amazing!

Myrtle WAS amazing, she did know that. "A special poem for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eee." She fluttered her eyelashes at both of the boys and floated around the bathroom, causing the toilets to flush.

"Lots of poems! Lots of poets! Then I will choose the best. Come to the lake tomorrow."

She disappeared down the sink, only to pop up a moment later to wave a flirtatious goodbye. "Must get my beaaaaaaaaaauuty rest."

She disappeared down the sink with a gurgle of water following after her.

...

"Erm... I can't promise I will... because well..." Jake stalled, looking slightly awkward. "I'll see what I can do," he concluded slowly, also inwardly cursing the fact that he COULD. NOT. DO. POEMS!

NOT!

Grrrrr.

But, before he had a chance to say anything else, Myrtle had gone, after mentioning something about tomorrow at the lake.

Bleh. POEMS!

"Ooooooookay."

William nodded jumping as the toilets flushed all at once. Acting as if nothing had happened, he nodded his head, blue eyes glinting as he began to think of what to write about.

"I'll be there Myrtle." he said bowing at her in respect before watching her dissapear down the sink again.

Turning to look at Jake he shuffled his feet. "So..." he said at a blank for what to say.

Cedric frowned as the other student ask him to show respect while Jake
request or COMMAND to shut up.Well,He was good at poems,He can nailed this myrtle-poem-request-competition.

Pfft.POEMMMSS..

"Sure.Myrtle,I can make you one.I'm sure you'll like it,"He said with joy,full of pride and enthusiasm.

BUT the real thing is he didn't know how to make good poems,he just know how-to-make-poems-for-moaning-ghost to tease them.He hates crier.They were overreacting.Why they didn't make life EASY!

Raising one eyebrow now he was safe from Myrtle seeing or hearing what he was about to do... say... whatever, Jake eyed William and managed to stop a small smile from creeping onto his face.

"Errrr..." he started, unsure how to phrase this... maybe it was just best not to say it at all. "Maybe... I should go now..."

No... it was too much to not say. Er, kind of.

Still, Jake swept towards the door, as... not graceful, because... well, twelve year old boys aren't graceful... I think. Well, maybe they are, but Jake just isn't, kapeesh? ... He swept to the door, casting one last glare towards Cedric. "Don't be a prat from now on, 'kay?" he 'suggested' pushing on the bathroom door, looking meaningfully at William, coughing a loud cough which sounded suspiciously like 'KISS-UP!'.

William stood there, a blank expression on his face as he realized what he had just done. Oh no, now he was going to be tormented and ridiculed.

Oh well.

Casting a strange glance at Jake as he said he was going to go he nodded briefly thinking along the same lines. yes, hiding in the common room with his chocolate sounded very good right now. As Jake left William heard him cough and swore he heard the words 'kiss up' being called towards him as he walked out. Throwing the nastiest glare possible at the boy retreating back, William fought the urge to tackle him as he too walked out.

He'd deal with him later.

Well, this certainly wasn't his office. At least it was the boy's bathroom. He thought. He hoped. He shrugged. Headmaster Bontecou slipped into one of the cubicles and summoned a pair of his pants. That was going to look funny: his pants flying down the corridors. He suppressed a giggle and shimmied out of his wet pants while he waited for fresh ones. He made them disappear rather than banish them (one pair of his pants floating through the corridors was enough for one day).