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The door to a mysterious door opens to reveal a dank and dusty room, which shows more than obvious signs that it has been vacant for years. Black sheets cover the furniture. Cobwebs fill every nook, cranny, and everything in between -- including a cup filled with wooden potion stirrers. The heavy scent of mildew permeates every aspect of the room as jet-black candles emit blue flames and an old record player screeches in the corner.
For the most part, this is where the majority of the ghosts that haunt the school gather when they want to avoid the living that run about the floors above. What they do here isn't really any of your business. Some of the ghosts that float about this room will remind you of that if they catch you invading their private space. If you're lucky, though, maybe the day you step inside this room is when Sir Nicholas is hosting his Deathday Party, a celebration that he most certainly will encourage you to stick around for. If that day is not today, you had better have a good excuse for being here.
"I said I didn't ign-" In the middle of Analiese's answer, Myrtle simply floated away to talk to another student. Or rather, shout at her. She raised her hands to her ears when Myrtle let out a deafening scream. She tried to distract herself from Myrtle by talking to Edgar Cloggs. "Hello, Edgar. Are you enjoying your death day party?" She nearly put her hand out for it to be shaken. Silly her.
Analiese shivered again and observed the rest of the room. Did ghosts know how to clean? She grimaced at all the cobwebs and dust in all the nooks and crannies in the room.
Avalon's eyes widened as Myrtle sped toward her. She immediately regretted trying to be polite. Instinctively flinging one of her hands out in front of her (as if that would even do anything), she gulped down a breath of air. Myrtle just kept on going. And now that she thought about it, acting defensive might just make it worse. Avalon tentatively lowered her hand. "I'm sorry, Myrtle," she said calmly, trying to diffuse the situation. And now the ghost was asking her to visit her in the bathroom. Oh dear. If she said no, Myrtle would surely freak out. "I was genuinely just wondering if you were doing alright today." Maybe the ghost was lonely. Avalon felt bad for her in a way.
She glanced over her shoulder as the Hufflepuff Prefect offered up a snarky reply. Avalon had to bite her lip to keep from bursting out laughing. She gave the girl a grateful glance as Myrtle zoomed away. But this time, she zoomed toward the Prefect. And there she went again, yelling at the top of her lungs. At least the other ghost at the party seemed friendly. She made her way over to the group talking to Edgar.
Even if it was a slightly morbid, dark, depressing party with bad food and terrible music. It was still a party, and Dolly was quite convinced she could always brighten the mood if it seemed to dull. Even though she was DEAD and transparent, she still wore her pink sweater set. It was her favorite sweater set. Never let her down.
As Dolly floated into the Spirit Room, a HUGE smile rested on her face. "Hellooooo, my dears! Welcome to the party!" She was going to bring a tray of hors d'oeuvres, but then she remembered... she couldn't assemble OR carry them to the party. Oh well.
The terrible music was noted, but there was nothing Dolly could do about it. Myrtle, however, was quite the party pooper, as they say. Dolly could hardly hear the terrible music with Myrtle shouting about her lonesome, miserable life. "Oh, Myrtle, DO calm down, we all know how miserable you are - no need to shout it."
Oh, was Sir Podmore here? He was such a handsome dead fellow...
Austin looked up at rhe lively ghost. An older lady that seemed to be acting like she had died recently. Just talk Austin. It's okay. You want to say something. Just say it. He opened his words but nothing would come out.
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It seemed Rylee that the party was just getting started! Terrible music and even more terrible food wasn't enough to keep the smile off of her face or stop her from greeting any of the spirits. They were here to join in and try to get to know them all, after all.
"Hello there, Myrtle," Rylee greeted the incredibly loud and overly dramatic youngest ghost in the room. She was going to do her best to be nice and civil no matter what.
"Happy Death Day, Edgar!" She called out giving the ghost a smile. "Are you enjoying your party so far?"
Sir P. D. Podmore got a warm smile from her as well. "Hello!" He wasn't one she particularly knew by name as of yet but she would get there.
One ghost however caught her attention right away and she couldn't keep from smiling almost sadly. Rylee forced all the sadness away before she made her way over. "Hello! How are you?" The fifth year had to stop herself from saying professor as she greeted Dopple.
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When Edgar Cloggs entered the room, Anna had to turn around to wave at him. "Happy... Death... day..!?" She enthusiasm was gradually replaced with uncertainty as she said her wishes because she had never been to a Death Party and wasn't exactly sure if that was something they wished ghosts. Welp, it was what it was now.
No need to say the Gryffindor kept ignoring Moaning Myrtle, and this time she didn't bother to stop herself form rolling her eyes. Urgh, honestly? And the female Hufflepuff prefect decided to voice her opinion on the matter, making Anna bite her lip because oh dear, things were going to get loud.
Patrick, on the other hand, got an amused look and a head shake from the sixth year. "You know it's true, I don't need to convince you." She chuckled giving him a long look because they both knew very well that HE was the nerd in this conversation.
Anna couldn't help but laugh at Dorian's comment regarding chopping the rest of Nearly-Headless Nick's head off. "It does sound strange, but then again, this is Hogwarts." She said with a chuckle. Nothing surprised her anymore. Her smile quickly vanished when one of the ghosts from the Headless Hunt (Sir P. D. Podmore) butted in, as she knew full well the Gryffindor ghost hadn't gotten over it and probably never would. Ghosts were, as had been discussed in that same lesson, stuck forever in their ways. See, she could learn something from History of Magic lessons.
'Besides, not everyone can be special!' Those words from the ghost put a frown on her face, however. "Well, being the Gryffindor House ghost is a pretty great feat, y'know." Just sayin'.
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Tina had to admit she was a little disappointed when Professor O’Hara said they were studying somewhere else today. Oh well, she supposed it wouldn’t be too bad, as long as they weren't’ going anywhere too chaotic. She packed her supplies back into her bag and - wait a second! Did the professor just say they were going to a deathday party? And who was this Edgar Cloggs guy? She’d heard plenty of stories about Hogwarts from her former professor friend/father figure, and not once had that name come up! See, this was exactly the kind of thing she deemed too chaotic! Tina Dantes did not do parties… or really any social situations, for that matter! Too much uncertainty involved…
She stood up and followed the group without complaint, though she was too anxious to pay much attention to what was said along the way. What was the question again? Oh, right… a fact about the Hogwarts ghosts. Tina supposed it was bound to happen eventually, but that didn’t stop the sudden pang of anger that hit her at the mention of Professor Dopple… anger at herself for disliking the woman so much and anger at this school for failing her just as miserably as it had failed her predecessor. Dopple never should’ve been hired, and if the powers that be had realized that, she would probably still be alive! Tina shuddered; she couldn’t imagine a worse fate than being eaten alive and confined to this madhouse for all eternity, except maybe…
Her thoughts turned to the other ghost who Hogwarts had failed in life, the one she had strict orders from her father figure to always be kind to, and she thought of something to add to the conversation. “Moaning Myrtle’s real name was Myrtle Elizabeth Warren, and she helped Harry Potter figure out the location of the Chamber of Secrets by telling him the story of her death,” Tina said. She felt she should offer a nice fact about Myrtle, rather than adding to the discussion of how she died or where she haunted.
Tina made a quick mental note of Professor O’Hara’s warnings as she stepped through the doors. The warming charm she’d placed on herself earlier hadn’t worn off, so the cold didn’t bother her. She stood off to the side, taking it all in… the cobwebs, the ash-covered food, the grating organ music… And then the Hufflepuff prefect’s comments added to the ear assault. Tina had to fight not to roll her eyes. Did that girl just love hearing herself talk or something?
Myrtle’s appearance distracted Tina from her thoughts. She shook her head, but before she could tell Myrtle that she wanted to talk with her, not gawk at her, one of her housemates (Avalon) spoke first. She thought it rude to interrupt their conversation, so she kept quiet for now… which turned out to be a mistake. Oh, goodness! Now Myrtle thought everybody was ignoring her, and another ghost (whom Tina assumed to be Edgar Cloggs) had appeared and greeted everyone. Merlin, there was too much going on at once to process! She could already feel her anxiety mounting. This was why she hated parties! Could she please go back to the common room now? She really was not good at making conversation!
Before Tina could think of a single thing to say to Myrtle, Edgar, or any of the other ghosts, she heard yelling courtesy of that loudmouth Hufflepuff (Archer). Takes a pain in the neck to know one, she thought, but she kept it to herself because unlike some people in the room, she knew when to shut up. Merlin's holey left sock! Did that girl ever think before she spoke? All her shouting would accomplish was making Myrtle even more emotional, thus making it harder to talk to her. Honestly, if she couldn't be considerate of Myrtle, she should've at least been considerate enough of her classmates to not make their assignment harder!
Tina wasn't the slightest bit surprised to hear Myrtle screaming back, but she was surprised by her own reaction. Normally she just kept her head down and didn't engage with people who annoyed her, but for some reason she felt she had to stick up for Myrtle. She didn't know what came over her. Maybe it was the promise she'd made to her friend/father figure, maybe it was her anxiety making her testier than normal, or maybe it was simply because she knew how it felt to be insulted in front of everyone. Whatever the reason, she shot the girl the iciest glare she could muster and said, "Here's an idea, Calrissian: If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all."
Did she know she was probably going to get in trouble for that? In the back of her mind, yes. Did she care? Not at the moment. For now, all of Tina's attention went to placating Myrtle… or trying to anyway. "No, Myrtle, please don't listen to her!" she said, talking louder than normal over the ghost's shriek but not exactly shouting. "You're not a pain in the neck. You're really nice and - and helpful." She was really not good at dealing with emotions, her own or other people's, but she was making an earnest effort here! "I know how you helped Harry Potter find the Chamber of Secrets, and…" Her voice trailed off as she debated whether to say this. She didn't want everybody to know this about her, but she thought it might help Myrtle feel better. "...you helped a friend of mine too. Several years ago."
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Don't eat the food. Yea, she figured that one out on her way from the History Classroom that the food wouldn't be edible. Also, did they really have to stay the whole time? Like no offense, but what sort of place did humans have at a ghost party?
Where was Chase or Kamryn? Oh, Anna, we'll just and cling to your side please and thank you....
Well, until she saw her late Charms Professor apparently was here too. Awwwkkwarrdd, to be honest. But her cheerfulness was enough to raise the sixth year's spirits at least a teeny bit; merlin how did Dopple remain so cheerful even in the afterlife?
"soooo are there games or something at a deathday party or is it ......" Maeve trailed off, because she was about to say something quite insensitive and yea, no, don't go there. Myrtle was already on edge. She'd just observe.
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Never late and always arriving precisely when she meant to (though even dearly departed Marion could admit that she was not as punctual as she prided herself to be this day), the former Astronomy professor had arriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiived!
"Why Helloooooooooooooooo, my dears," she greeted while gliding right through the living person that was the Gryffindor prefect [Hey Ju]. "Oh goodness graaaaaaaaacious me! Terribly sorry, my dear. I did not even SEE you there! Look alive, now! OH HOHOHOHOHOHOOOOO!"
Her humor was siiiiiiiiiimply marvelous!
Oh goodness gracious. Now just WHO had set off darling Myrtle again? Though it was not difficult to do so. No matter, Marion would simply permit the others to handle that.
With a grand flap of one of her translucent arms, Marion greeted her dear DARLING friend Dolly. Such a doll, truly. Such a marveloooooous heart to heart last term. They had MUCH to bond over you see. Both meeting their ends by means of unnecessary consumption via Hogwarts invader.
"Oh Alice, darliiiiiing. So absolutely LOVELY of you to include your students in today's festivities." she inquired of the professor. "Do you need anything of dear old Marion, my dear?"
This WAS an instructional period for these young dears.
But where WAS the Death Day boy, hmmmm? Marion needed to smother his cheeks in affectionate kisses. One semi translucent form did look very much like another. Oh dear.
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Patrick shook his head as he watched Anna try and tell him that he was the one who was the nerd. Yeah, yeah, yeah, he took his studies seriously and you couldn't fault him for that. He wanted to make sure he had a chance for himself later in life. If that meant he had to be smart so be it.
Just as he was going to make a smart remark back Dolly Dopple walked in. He wasn't sure if he should greet her with a professor in front of her name or not considering she was no longer a professor. Deciding to just be polite, "Hello Ms. Dolly, how have you been? I miss seeing you for class" he was fairly certain she wouldn't remember him but he figured it was only polite.
Turning his head to hear another ghost enter he fought back a snicker as Anna was run through by a ghost who looked very put together like she ran the place or something. He wasn't sure who she was but he didn't want to ask particularly because she looked authoritative.
Not sure what their task at this death day party was Ellie walked over to inspect the ghost’s food buffet closer. Just to see what ghosts ate or passed through rather. There was enough mold and rotten food to satisfy a whole army of ghosts and critters. Turning around Ellie fastened her eyes on the ghost by the name of Edgar Cloggs and congratulated flashing him a wide smile. "Happy 215 death day anniversary Sir Cloggs!"
Sir Delaney-Podmore that floated in minutes later of course had to speak poorly of her house ghost Sir Nicholas. Ellie got irritated and wanted to huff at the ghost, but was beaten to it by Anna. It was probably better if she left reprimanding the ghost to her prefect or she’d risk getting in trouble.
More ghosts floated in to the moping of myrtle. Ignoring the girl’s bathroom ghost Ellie walked closer to the ghosts that she hadn’t read anything about. "Excuse me Ms Burbage or is it professor? If you don’t mind me asking but what does ghost do? Do you have any activities, sports or the like?" Ghosts probably couldn’t knit right?
The only thing that stopped her from continuing to SCREAM in that rude girl's face was one of the Ravenclaws (Avalon) apologizing to her.
Oh, and Dolly.
"Wh-what would you know about it," she sobbed, turning to address Dolly. "Ev-everyone likes you! No one ever is mean to you, unlike poor, picked-on, pushed around Moaning Myrtle." Small hiccups.
But then someone (Tina) caught her attention by saying something super nice to her. This caught Myrtle off guard. No one liked her. Why was this one being nice? Myrtle stopped screaming long enough to float down towards her. Her eyes were still running tears and her face was full of suspicion. "I did help Harry. But wh-who was your friend?" Hiccup.
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Alice could not help but feel a little proud of herself for organizing this activity. It required very little lecturing from herself and was more hands-on, which the students seemed to prefer as a general rule. She'd been wanting to do a lesson on ghosts for awhile, but attending a Death Day party was so much more interesting than simply discussing ghosts in a classroom.
"Happy Death Day, Sir Edgar," she said politely to their most generous host, the jovial Edgar Cloggs. "And may I thank you again for inviting us to celebrate this special day with you. I believe this experience will be a positive learning experience for the students." Some of them even seemed to be having fun.
And then Myrtle happened.
Alice couldn't actually say she was surprised by this development, though she was a bit disappointed in how Archer responded. Still, she would not intervene unless things got completely out of hand. Not intervening was generally against her principles as a teacher, but today she had already told the children that the activity was interacting with the ghosts. She would grade them back in the classroom. And that grading may involve discipline for one Hufflepuff if that Hufflpeuff didn't behave herself.
Besides, there were a few ghosts who she wanted to talk to. Dolly Dopple was certainly one of them. "Hello, Professor Dopple," she said, walking over towards the newest ghost. This particular ghost had been a work colleague of hers as recently as...last year. "I am happy to see you so adjusted. I hope you are well."
The other ghost she had been hoping to converse with found her first. Alice smiled warmly at the former Astronomy professor. "Hello, Marion. I hope you are well." And she looked very well, just like Dolly. Alice was genuinely happy for them. "Yes, I think the students are excited to be here. I think attending a Death Day party is so much more fulfilling than reading about ghosts in a textbook, right? It was so nice of Edgar to help me arrange this." As to her offer of help...well how nice of her. "Thank you so much for offering, but unfortunately we can't stay the whole party. Though if the offer stands, I would be happy to meet up sometime on a weekend so we could discuss teaching methods."
ooc: Woot, what a party! Thank you to all the ghosts who showed up. We'll be moving on in about five hours.
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Tina had no idea what the consequences of sticking up for Myrtle would be. She half-expected a snide reply or a reprimand. So far, neither of those things had happened, but that didn't mean they wouldn't. In the brief moments that she waited for something to happen after she spoke, she noticed Professors Dopple and Burbage had showed up at some point. When did they get here? She'd been so laser focused on comforting Myrtle that she didn't notice anything else. "Hello, Professors," she greeted, giving them each a polite nod in turn. She wanted to talk to them both, but she could always do that later (or if nothing else, try to find them after class). For now, she thought Myrtle needed her attention more.
Tina wasn't sure what she expected to happen, but what she didn't expect was for Myrtle to stop screaming and float over to her. The ghost's suspicious expression didn't go unnoticed, but Tina supposed she couldn't fault her for that. From what she knew, it didn't sound like many people were nice to Myrtle in life or death. Then came the dreaded question Tina knew was coming. She took a deep breath, hoping against hope that her classmates and the other ghosts would be too distracted to hear her answer. "Well, I call him my friend, but he's more like my father really," she replied. "Gaston Marchand... do you remember him? Dark hair, had an accent like mine. He used to teach charms here. He said you helped him and a group of students when a monster came into the school from a portal or something... I wasn't here then so I don't know all the details. Anyway, he said they needed Peeves's help to close the portal, and you told him where he was. By the way he talks, it sounds like your information saved the school..."
Her voice trailed off nervously as she looked up, trying to gauge Myrtle's reaction. Would she remember? Tina hoped so! That story would sound preposterous otherwise, but it was the honest to Merlin truth.
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20 minutes. 20 minutes of this lesson had been walking from classroom to the Spirit Room and Eiji Rasting had not been here for it. Unable to focus on the questions posed due to his own agitation, the fourth year had remained silent while his classmates offered up a response here and there. As far as ghosts went, he was mostly indifferent. Fitting considering his own house ghost was rather indifferent to the lot of them from what he had observed. Bloody Baron being more the silent brooding type.
....there was a thought there, but he was going to dismiss it.
A couple of others popped to mind as well. Cuthbert Binns, for example. If that ghost were still teaching this subject maybe they wouldn't have been required to waste so much time walking. Already grumpy, Eiji had been even more put off when the professor proclaimed that she had cleared all their schedules for an hour just so they could...stand around? He would rather his textbook, thanks.
Rolling his eyes, and pointedly ignoring all of the wailing and ghost drama unfolding in front of him, the Slytherin hung out near the door and leaned against the wall.
"My mum told me about some sort of headless bowling or musical heads or something to that variety," he offered Eleanor in response to her question. "Said she witnessed it at a Deathday Party she attended while at Hogwarts. Obviously only the Headless Hunt could participate."
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Alice checked her watch. Yep, it was time to leave. She had no intention for staying for the entire party - that could go on for hours, and the students had other lessons to attend to. Besides, they were not quite done with hers. "Students!" She clapped thrice to get everyone's attention. "Please say your farewells to our host. We are heading back to my classroom. Don't forget our guest for his hospitality and please be prompt in returning to class." As for herself, she turned towards Edgar and smiled. "Thank you so much for inviting us to your party, Sir Edgar Cloggs. I do wish you a happy Death Day and if you ever need anything from me, please don't hesitate to drop by and say hello." She smiled kindly at Dolly and Marion before extracting herself from the party and walking to the edge of the room. The students would be joining her in just a moment.
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He certainly wasn't going to complain about that. It stank here worse than when he had been around rotten animal carcasses at the reservation. But before he did, since he had watched his share of ghosts passing through food and he was going to grab a phial of that or so...along with the green substance that had accumulated in various spots about the room. He would just have to be very VERY careful while doing so.
Waiting until his classmates began to hustle about saying their goodbyes, Eiji got to work harvesting. A bit of moldy bread and mutated looking gravy into their respective phials...and then he caaaaaarefully slid another up along a crack in the wall until it was filled with the green goo. Smirking to himself, it quickly and firming corked that phial and stuffed it into his robes.
Upon offering the ghosts nothing more than a cursory bow of the head - the Bloody Baron wasn't here and that was the only ghost he felt the need to truly earn their respect - Eiji turned and made his way out of the room. Another 20 minutes of walking to endure. 20 here, 20 back. 40 minutes of his education spent...walking.
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Cassidy pouted. She was really enjoying herself. She'd actually gotten used to the cold at this point. And was getting used to Myrtle's outbursts. She even made a note to go visit her at some point in the girl's bathrooms since she was able to do so. That would cheer the ghost up she felt. Cassidy followed the class out of the room nonetheless. Maybe she would be able to find the ghosts at some other point and continue conversing with them later.
"My mum told me about some sort of headless bowling or musical heads or something to that variety," he offered Eleanor in response to her question. "Said she witnessed it at a Deathday Party she attended while at Hogwarts. Obviously only the Headless Hunt could participate."
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Alice checked her watch. Yep, it was time to leave. She had no intention for staying for the entire party - that could go on for hours, and the students had other lessons to attend to. Besides, they were not quite done with hers. "Students!" She clapped thrice to get everyone's attention. "Please say your farewells to our host. We are heading back to my classroom. Don't forget our guest for his hospitality and please be prompt in returning to class." As for herself, she turned towards Edgar and smiled. "Thank you so much for inviting us to your party, Sir Edgar Cloggs. I do wish you a happy Death Day and if you ever need anything from me, please don't hesitate to drop by and say hello." She smiled kindly at Dolly and Marion before extracting herself from the party and walking to the edge of the room. The students would be joining her in just a moment.
Ellie had expected Ms Burbage to answer her question but she supposed that Eji answering was better than not getting an answer at all. Turning her head to look over at the Slytherin boy she cringed just a little. "Headless bowling, that sounds a bit morbid Eji. I guess it works like regular muggle bowling, but with heads instead of balls? Creepy. Thanks though Eji." Poor Sir Nicholas she thought if that sport was only limited to those in the headless hunt. It had to be sad. Ellie was super glad that quidditch was for everyone and not for just a select few.
Hearing Professor O’Hara’s loud clapping over the terrible music and the order to head back to classroom. She was relieved that they weren’t staying longer because the cold room she realized now had made her cold down to the bone. Flashing a look over at Sir Cloggs Ellie murmured in unison with many of her other peers. "Thank you Sir Cloggs for letting us attend your anniversary. Happy death day again and good bye!" With that she turned on her heel and gladly departed from the spirit room to head back to the warmth in the history of magic classroom.
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Did Moaning Myrtle really think that yelling in her face was going to make her feel sorry? Well, the joke was on her, because Archer totally stood by everything she'd said. And the ghost had only reaffirmed what she'd said. Tina's response only made her chuckle. "I call 'em how I see 'em." Not ruffled a bit.
Oop, saved by the Dolly, so to speak. Also, was it just her or was she getting an awkward vibe off of the people now? Understandable, of course, since this time last term, Professor Dopple had been very much alive. But before she could say anything to the former Charms professor, O'Hara was calling them to go back to the classroom. Hooray! She practically skipped towards the door, sending the ghosts a small wave as she exited.
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Patrick waited back as he had on the walk down to the spirit room to make sure all of his classmates got back to the classroom. He'd hate for someone to stick around for something that they weren't supposed to stick around for. Once he felt it was safe to go he gave a wave, "Happy Death Day, and you all have fun." he smiled at the ghosts as he walked out of the spirits room and headed back to the classroom.
Anna could sense Maeve staying close, but she was busy still taking her surrounding in to really strike a conversation with the other Gryffindor, who seemed to be interested in party games. As her friend trailed off after her question, Anna shrugged, not sure herself about what really happened at those types of... parties.
And before she could even try to guess, she felt like a bucket full of ice cold water had just been dumped on her. Inhaling sharply, she looked up just to see that ghost of yet another former professor - this time one she hadn't met as a living being (Burbage) - had just gone right through her. Still trying to stop the shiver that had gone down her spine, Anna shook her head in disbelief before chuckling at the ghost's remark. "Just trying to blend in." Anna replied, giving Maeve a funny look because wow. This party was so far... well, she wasn't too sure how to put it.
Aaaaand it was already time to leave. Not much to do at a death day party, was there? They couldn't even eat any of the food! And the ghosts seemed way too entertained amongst themselves to really stop and have long, interesting conversations with them. Anna decided she liked to chat to them in more friendly - for humans, that was - environments, such as the Common Room and Great Hall. That way she could ask way more questions and just be more interested in each individual ghost rather than just watch them as a... mass of... ghostliness.
Anyhow, back to the classroom it was. As professor O'Hara didn't mention it this time, Anna genuinely forgot to stay behind and make sure all students followed. Instead, she led the way of those who seemed to be walking slower than necessary. "Bye, all, I hope you have fun!" She waved at the ghosts before heading out.
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The time surely flew right by. It hardly seemed like two minutes had passed before O'Hara was announcing that it was time for them to go. She had just began to enjoy herself and was trying to converse with the spirits.
"Sorry everyone but we have to go now. Thank you for allowing us to take part in the celebration, have a great time!" Rylee smiled warmly turning around to follow behind everyone else as they headed back to the classroom.
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Tina was so busy trying to make conversation with Myrtle that she almost didn't hear the reply from that annoying prefect (Archer), and she probably wouldn't have, had it not been for that chuckle. Really? So yelling insults was perfectly okay as long as it's "calling em like [you] see em"? What kind of backwards logic was that? But of course this was Hogwarts, backwards logic capital of the wizarding world, after all. She supposed she shouldn't be surprised.
The only response the Hufflepuff's words got was a disdainful eyebrow raise and a mumbled, "Whatever." And if her tone didn't make it obvious, Tina meant "whatever" as in, I'm not interested in arguing with you, not "whatever" as in, You're right. I give up. Her words had done their job. She'd spoken to stand up for Myrtle, not banter back and forth with this loudmouth, so there was no need to continue this conversation.
Tina had better things to do with her time, like actually following Professor O'Hara's directions and trying to converse with the ghosts. As she turned her attention back to Myrtle, she wondered if she would remember M. Marchand and the monster from.the portal. She hoped so because this conversation was probably going to get really awkward really fast otherwise. Unfortunately, Professor O'Hara called time before she could get a reply, and Tina inwardly groaned. Mumbling matagots, just when she was finally getting somewhere! She turned to Myrtle with an apologetic look. "Myrtle, I'm really sorry, but I have to go back to class now. If you like, I can visit you later and we can talk more. It was nice to meet you." And she meant it, too!
Without another word, she joined the group heading back to the classroom.
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Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...
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