Myrtle Mallory (firsthorcrux) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2013-07-31 21:33:00 |
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Who: Myrtle Mallory
What: Dreaming
Where: Hogwarts
When: last night/early this morning—also 1943
”And did you see what she was wearing?” The sneer in Olive’s voice was obvious, even if Myrtle couldn’t see her face. They were talking about her. They were always talking about her. She knew it, and there was a surge of emotion that surged within her as she pushed past the gaggle of girls with a barely restrained sob.
“Oh, there goes moaning Myrtle again. Everyone make way!” One of the other girls called out after her, the rest of them laughed. Everyone in the hall was laughing. The entire school was laughing at her. Everyone was laughing. Myrtle looked down at the stones in the floor, she knew how to get to where she was going without even looking up, and she wouldn’t let them see the tears that were so freely spilling off her face. In a few more steps, she turned left and pushed open the door to the girls lavatory relieved to find it was deserted.
She couldn’t say how long she’d been in the restroom, behind the locked stall door, situated on the floor with her knees at her chest. Her tears where still trickling down her face, and her sobs still racked her body but came out as nothing but silent puffs of breath. They’d pay, she silently promised, pounding her fist against her boney knee in frustration.
It was then that she heard it, the door to the lavatory creaked open, and quick footsteps clicked against the flooring. “Go away!” Myrtle had practically spit, and for a moment, she thought that the intruder had. The steps had stop coming, and everything was silent. Until a masculine voice, deep but strange and Myrtle couldn’t understand it.
“Go away.” She whined, “Go away you’re in the wrong loo!” She shouted, angry for no real reason. When she didn’t hear the boy leaving, and that annoyed her more. She stood then, a surge of anger running through her as she slammed the stall open.
“I SAID GO AWAY!” She shouted. She saw the intruder, a boy years older than her, handsome and pale in his Slytherin tie. But she was no longer concerned with him. In the space between them stood a snake, larger than anything she’d ever seen before. It seemed to fill the entire bathroom, and she found herself stumbling backwards when she saw it, hitting the stall wall hard. It was then that the snakes eyes finally found her, as large as her face and yellow. Yellow like a poison, so shiny that she was certain she could see her own reflection.
She felt numb. Was it fear? She couldn’t breathe. She felt dizzy. The ground was rushing towards her, and her thoughts slowed, all it once if felt like rushing water… and she was just floating.
Myrtle woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for breath. Her room was dark and cold, colder than she remembered it ever being. She pulled the blanket tighter around her, her knees pulled tightly against him. She knew she wouldn’t sleep for the rest of the night, but she didn’t know what else she could possibly do.