I Suppose You Have a Reason for Coming? ((Luna))

[myrtle]

((I was a bit short of title ideas. ))

Myrtle shrieked as she kicked and flung her arms about in midair. What possible reason was there that Myrtle had to be chosen to die from that bloody beast? Why was it that she was now stuck between the three realms of reality? Why did she have to be the one to haunt the bathrooms for eternity? Why did that blasted Olive Hornby have to tease her so much? If if wasn't for that bloody girl, Myrtle would most likely still be living a happy and cheerful life, and enjoying her old age (which Myrtle figured is around the age that she would be if she were still alive).

'However, it was quite enjoyable haunting that Olive. But that stupid headmaster of this place had to stop me!' Myrtle told herself mentally and pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. Myrtle didn't have a say in anything, that decided her cruel and miserable fate and the way that she would spend her afterlife. This subject... well, made Myrtle quite miserable.

Myrtle often wondered if she would ever pass over to the other side. And sometimes... if it was even possible. Being dead for all of these years gave her loads of time to think all of this over. However, she hadn't necessarily grown any smarter or wiser from being dead. Every now and then, though, Myrtle picked up a thing or two that she had never known before, as she listened in on the students' conversations.

Myrtle sighed as she began to kick her legs out in frustration, again. 'Hmm... well, this isn't doing me any good!' she finally decided after a moment or so. So, Myrtle crossed her arms over her chest, again as she sat down on the windowsill of a huge stain glass window. The few people in the window smiled sweetly at her from behind, hoping that the girl wouldn't go on one of her moaning and shrieking rages throughout the bathroom. Myrtle simply crossed her arms over her chest and pouted, her face down. The thick, circle glasses fell down her slender nose, which usually bothered her but Myrtle didn't seem to notice-she was too absorbed in her own misery.

[luna]

Luna walked slowly down the staircase her head bowed as she watched the flashing light that came from her shoes. She liked it. She first saw it in the muggle world in the end of last year when she and Daddy had gone celebrating. Muggle children had sneakers with such flashing red lights called “cat’s-eyes”. It was weird. Those flashing eyes look nothing like cat’s eyes. Didn’t muggles ever look in the eye of cat’s? Cats had been counted as goddesses once upon a time in Egypt. None the less Luna had liked the flashing lights so she had charmed her shoes to flash the same way too every time her foot touched the ground. And the flashing lights sometimes reflected on her radish ear-rings too!

Looking up again Luna smiled at a group of 4th year girls who were looking at her and giggling behind their hands. Giving them a lazy wave back Luna didn’t stop to make conversations because she had a direction before her today. Not paying any attention to the usual buzz of students in the hallways around the whole school as Luna walked through the straightest route towards the 2nd floor girls bathroom. She had business to do and new things to discover. The latest copy of Quibbler being held tight in her hands Luna pushed open the door and stepped into the bathroom closing the door easily around her.

Looking at the water-covered floor Luna splashed the water easily as Myrtle must have flood the bathroom once again. Only then did Luna look to see that Myrtle was in the room as well. Luna smiled and waved at the ghost girl in greeting glad to see her here already. But it wouldn’t have been a problem had she not been here either. Luna would have just read the Quibbler once again while she waited then. “Hello Myrtle.” Luna said seriously as she stepped forward in the bathroom.