Post by lily luna potter on Jul 18, 2017 17:50:30 GMT -7
Lily had a feeling that this happened one other time. Moaning Myrtle was being an annoying, translucent, words that would make her father roll in his metaphorical grave. Some things were better left unsaid when it came to the ghost, because she wasn’t going anywhere. Literally. Whoever decided that getting attached to a toilet for the rest of their afterlife was a good idea was an idiot. All the Gryffindor wanted to do was use it, but there was Myrtle, every single darn time yapping away like she hadn’t talked to a living being in decades. Plus the ghost knew who Lily was, and apparently there was some bad blood, erm…ethereal goo, between mummy Potter and Myrtle. If she went off screaming again the next time, Lily would certainly make sure that a textbook managed to find its way through her head.
This time, Myrtle managed to explode a few toilets the second Lily stepped inside, spouting her usual whiny gibberish, and instead of being soaked in toilet water, the Gryffindor stuck her tongue out and exited the bathroom immediately, another flood of water following closely behind. She didn’t have to go that bad anyways. Rolling her eyes as she heard the screams from Myrtle quiet with time, Lily spotted something far more interesting walking down the hallway. The encounter with Moaning Myrtle wasn’t just the same as it had been last time, but so was the fact that Edmund Windsor was passing by at exactly the same moment Lily stepped out of the bathroom. Fate? Maybe. If it was, it was the extremely uncanny kind. “Eddy!” She shouted as she skipped the distance over to the Slytherin. “You’re not following me are you?” Lily smirked devilishly as she looped her arm around one of Edmund’s. “Because there are more flattering ways to get a pretty girl’s attention, you know.”