Myrtle Mallory (firsthorcrux) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2012-11-02 14:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | myrtle mallory, ron weasley |
Who: Myrtle Mallory & OPEN
What: Myrtle has arrived! She is scared and confused!
Where: The forest, near the end of the town.
When: Friday Afternoon.
Myrtle was having a bad day. It had started raining while she was coming back from herbology, so her hair and dress were soaked which made Olive tease her all the more. She’d missed dinner working on her potions homework, and now if she didn’t hurry, she’d likely be late for curfew and the Head of House would not be happy!
Myrtle’s plan was to scurry along until she got into the common room, but on the way she saw mean Olive Hornby slip off into an empty classroom. Myrtle was determined to see what he was up to, something diabolical no doubt, and it was practically Myrtle’s duty to see what she was doing and report it to a professor. Perhaps it would even get Olive expelled! Oh, it made Myrtle giddy to think that Olive might finally get the punishment she’d always deserved. She slipped through the doorway with a slight smirk on her face.
She had to blink a few times before she could comprehend just what she was laid out in front of her. Woods as deep and thick as the Forbidden Forest! What sort of trick was this? What had Olive done now? Surely this wasn’t possible, how could the forest be inside the castle? She turned around, determined to tell Headmaster Dippet, or Professor Dumbledore, about what was going on, but the door had vanished! She could barely control he awful, choking sob that slipped from her lips. Olive was playing another horrid trick on her.
She wasn’t sure how long she stood there, tears running down her face as she stared at where the door should have been, before she willed herself to move. If she could just get back to the castle she could explain everything and they’d have to believe her! Tears streamed down her face as her feet shuffled through leaves and underbrush. Her stockings were town and dirty and she was getting very chilly.
“Olive, enough! This isn’t funny! This has been an awful trick!” She whined, wiping her nose on the back of her sleeve as she sniffled through her woods. “Olive, you fix this and I wont even tell Headmaster Dippet! Olive, please!”