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❝ Stop right there ! Don’t you come any closer ! ❞

It’s not this boy’s fault, of course not. But it’d been a long day ---- despite the claim that went around the school about no one ever going into Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, it’d seem that it’d been passed down in generations to just MAKE FUN OF HER. Only an hour earlier, a few girls giggled their way into her bathroom && turned on all the taps, flooding it for no particular reason at all. The ghost of a girl had howled in distress, louder than the sniggers, and had promptly flown down her toiler, tears mixing with the toilet water.

❝ Go AWAY. ❞

#scorpiiius #v: ghosts that we knew #[ hope this is okay? let me know!! ]#;para

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‘ what are you doing? ‘

her voice comes out of nowhere && she laughs when it comes out loud and sudden, a high-pitched giggle erupting from her throat. she’s hovering at the boy’s shoulder, glasses dangling from the end of her nose.

#mostbrilliant #;thread #v: ghosts that we knew #[ im guessing your hogwarts era verse?? ]#[ let me know if you want something else!!! ]#;never queue mind!

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❛ why are YOU here ? come to throw more books at me, have you ? ❜ the questions are rude and angry on her lips, the ghost’s nose turning away in disdain. it’s no secret that myrtle holds a slightly bitter streak ---- now being a prime example. the incident of tom riddle’s diary was YEARS ago.

#bloodtraiitor #;thread #v: ghosts that we knew #[ im sorry about her tbh ]#[ but i hope this is okay?? ]#;never queue mind!

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[ new ghost friend ]

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go…”

There are tears in his eyes, rolling down his translucent white cheeks, and he feels very much like the girl in front of him must have felt for far too long now. He hasn’t stopped crying since he started ( at first, he’d thought he was fine– thought he’d accepted it, but then he’d fallen apart more quickly than he could comprehend ) and he reaches up to wipe at his eyes more out of instinct than effectiveness. After all, what are a few tears going to do to him now?

“… I, ah…”

What is he to say? I’M DEAD. I’VE PASSED ON. I DIDN’T MAKE IT THROUGH THE TOURNAMENT. All of these things were obvious, weren’t they? So, instead of speaking, he sinks to the floor, thinking if he had knees any longer the drop really would have hurt them, and somehow that makes a sob rise to the back of his throat all over again.

“… Now I know why it is you cry all the time.”

It’s rare for Myrtle to have any kind of pity ---- not this kind anyway. Maybe once upon a time, before her glasses and acne were teased, she was soft as butter. But not after years of being mocked, not after being the punchline of jokes too many times. Still, her face splits into a shy grin.

“Don’t be sorry, I ---- I thought you were going to be someone else.”

She’s surprised to say the least. She knows of how dangerous the Triwizard Tournament is, of course she does, but she doesn’t really expect HIM to die. If she was going to put money on anyone dying in this Tournament, it was Harry Potter for sure ---- but she should have known that that boy always manages to escape death somehow. She should have known the day he entered her bathroom to get to the Chamber of Secrets and returned, leaving a dead Basilisk below.

“Oh, being dead is not particularly fun, is it?

------- That is, assuming you didn’t die that long ago?”

She’s fishing for information now. Not tactfully, maybe. Hypocritically, for sure, given how sensitive she is when people mention her dead form.

#strongandsiilent #;para #v: ghosts that we knew #;never queue mind!

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Many years ago, she would’ve tried to deny spying around the castle ---- the castle bathroom and toilet stalls, anyway. When she first appeared as a ghost, she tried her very damn hardest to haunt Olive Hornby, including following and popping up at the worst times during her Hogwarts years. After being tied to staying here, she would act affronted if people caught her and accusing her of spying. Honestly, it was such an ugly word.

Nowadays, only a decade or so shy of being around for a goddamn century, she gladly poked around in taps. What was she supposed to do with all this time she had?

“Class started ten minutes ago,” she tells the back of the head of a boy, floating out of a toilet bowl. Consequently, water sloshed to the floor. Really, she could care less if some students were bunking or running late, but she’s been shut up in her bathroom without anyone talking to her for days. && she was bored.

#scorpiionem #[ i hope this is okay??? ]#[ let me know if you want something else!! ]#v: ghosts that we knew #;para #;never queue mind!

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&&. i should probably kick this off officially now tbh so okAY like this post for a starter which will be in different verses and come into my inbox for plotting purposes yay

#[ mutuals please!! ]#[ love meeee ]#;ooc

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A SQUEAK leaves the mouth of the former Ravenclaw girl, a hand misjudging a spot on her face and consequently skimmed across her cheek. A fingernail drives itself into the burrows of her skin ( deep enough she thinks she would be able to draw blood if she wasn’t, you know, DEAD ) &&, really, it’s almost as if she’s afraid to poke her nosy head out to see what the loud noise was about. The rain of water droplets is more than enough to chase away that fear ---- this is HER bathroom, this is HER sanctuary, who does this person think they are to come and mess around in it without so much of a warning -- -- -- but it’s the scream that comes out next that makes her take a step back, her head almost topping into the toilet in alarm.

She’s hesitating now, wringing her greasy hair of dirty water. There’s a moment, brief enough to just skim her mind, where she callously thinks ... hopes ... that it was Harry Potter on the other side of the door ---- AFTER ALL, he did promise her he’d visit her, but then, she hadn’t had a personal visit from him in AGES. This thought sparks a newly ignited eager confidence in her && she takes the opportunity to float towards the ceiling, peeking her watery eyes over the edge of her cubicle.

Small eyes widen as they take in the shock of blond hair; an interested gasp stifled. The hollow sound of flesh meeting solid brick causes her to wince ---- & she almost cried out right there and then. ALMOST.

❛ Who? Who’s going to kill you? ❜

The words FALL out, stumbling over her tongue, before she realises. She cannot see him properly from her angle, only broken flashes in the mirror ---- but his voice brings shivers through her body, like icicles scattering against her skin, && she shakes it off, tilting her head and hovering higher so he can see her whole face over the cubicle.

❛ Are you in danger? ❜

( firstviictim ; )

ONE LOUD SOUND of a bathroom door slamming is followed by leather shoes pacing back & forth across hard tile. There’s also the sound of a young man’s troubled pants , quiet muttering, and all the SINKS turning on at once. The downpour began to rattle his ear-drums, water echoing off tall walls, high ceilings, & empty space. He passes each mirror at a time, never ONCE glancing towards his reflection. Pale hands begin scratching at his wet eyes before he lets out a SCREAM ; it’s the type that makes it’s way up your throat like a knife and lands in the room like a cross between a ROAR & an explosion.

A FIST hits the nearest wall — only reminding him how much physical pain hurts just as much. He begins hissing now, holding his VIBRATING fist, biting on his tongue, and hitting the wall with his shoulder next. There’s a large breath —- a trembling lip —- & a new-found discovery.

He stares at an emerald tie hanging sideways on his chest – he stares at a reddening hand — & he knows now that it’s true: HE WAS JUST A BOY — & so was Icarus before he became a lesson.

This time when he speaks, it’s not a knife coming out, but fragments — something BROKEN inside him, shards of glass cutting across his tongue. They come out and he feels TRAPPED. Trapped by a single truth — caged in with a PRETTY LIE . A burning sensation was coming to his eyes , his focus began to grow blurry … he didn’t register then warm liquid trailing off his cheekbone right away. He could barely register he was breathing.

❛ He’s ——– going to KILL me … ❜

#elderwandskeeper #;para #v: ghosts that we knew #[ this is going to be so great o mg ]#;never queue mind!

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so, only after a week i’d already reached 100 followers, thank you guys so much! i really, really enjoy rping draco with you all, and i also really enjoy making theme backgrounds so– i decided i’d do a fun little giveaway for one! though, do keep in mind, i won’t be making themes from scratch, just using an already provided base code, but the graphic will be done by me.

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" ------ Who’s there?”

Her pale hand stops short from wiping her glasses, though the smeary lenses never seemed to blur her vision all that much. She supposes she had gotten used to it after so many years. As she pushes them back on, her previously slightly softer voice switches to sharper very quickly.

( After all, those are the words she had said before she died. It’s in her nature to be more suspicious now. )

“It’s not NICE to creep into people’s bathrooms, you know, and you could at least answer m ----

------ Oh.”

Floating out of her usual cubicle, droplets of toilet water scattering, she pauses in both speech and movement, her head tilted on its side. Her hand lifts to hastily tuck a strand of limp hair behind her ear.

#strongandsiilent #[ HELLO SUNSHINE ]#[ this is so lame im sorry ]#[ make this longer or shorter if u want idk ]#[ IM V EXCITED ]#v: ghosts that we knew #;para

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&&. i should probably kick this off officially now tbh so okAY like this post for a starter which will be in different verses and come into my inbox for plotting purposes yay

#[ mutuals priority sorry!! ]#[ ill post another one later for non mutuals as well ]#[ i just want to get a feel of myrtle more tbh ]#[ okay love me pls ]#;ooc

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