A/N: We know that Myrtle was teased by her housemates, especially Olive Hornby, a girl in her year. This eventually and accidentally led to her death. In my mind, Olive is like the cheerleader with all the guys fawning over her, and Myrtle is nerd with the glasses and the overbite. And then set all of this in Wizard 1930's. RxR. FxF.
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Olive sat on the blue couch facing the common room fire, her grey pleated skirt riding high over the knees. Everyone stared at her and everyone wanted to be her. Her long honey-blonde hair, toned and shapely legs, ample bosom when most were still budding. Even the girls from the other houses envied her. Olive threw her head back with a laugh just thinking about it.
She already had the attention of two sixth year boys sitting at a small table near the edge of her group, one gazing at her crossed legs longingly, and Lionel Connelly, a third year like herself. He was sitting on her right, his hand shyly inching along the couch cushion to lightly graze her thigh. She smiled sweetly at him, as if she had no idea what he was doing. She might just let him today.
Martha said something to all of them, not particularly funny, but everyone laughed. Olive held back a sneer, slightly jealous that Martha had drawn Lionel's attention, even though she never really liked the boy. She would have to talk to Martha later.
Then the common room portrait opened and her favourite person walked in: Myrtle. As much as Olive hated to admit it, Myrtle had potential, if she ever lost those glasses, and those pimples, that baby fat and those frumpy, baggy uniforms. Okay, Myrtle needed a lot of work, and that just made it easier for Olive to tease her. And the more she teased her, the more Myrtle would never realize she could be pretty. Better to kick them while they're down.
Olive raised herself off the couch, her skirt falling to cover her knees and went to intercept Myrtle's path, knowing all eyes were on her. On top of being pretty, she was also known for her skills in putting someone in their place and everyone loved a good show.
"Myrtle the Turtle, gone to hide away in those raggedy clothes of yours?" Olive said with a snort, her arms folded across her chest.
Myrtle's face paled as she took notice of the blonde girl who now block her path to the girl dormitories. Olive was a few inches taller than Myrtle, and Olive always made sure to push out her chest and stand on her toes to make Myrtle feel even smaller.
Myrtle made a small noise and moved to go around Olive, but the taller girl held out her hand. "What's the rush, Myrtle? I just wanted to have a conversation, girl-to-girl. I guess your muggle mother didn't teach you any manners."
Some of the students who had been listening laughed. Muggles were thought as ignorant and backwards and their saying was the egg doesn't fall far from the tree? or something like that.
Myrtle started to tear up and Olive's smile widened. It may have been sadistic, but it gave her pleasure to see Myrtle break because of her.
Myrtle clutched her chest, shut her eyes against the tears and decided to bore right through Olive. Right as she zoomed past the girl, Olive yanked Myrtle's glasses off her face. The now-blinded girl slowed down but not before tripping on the dormitory stairs.
Everyone in the common room laughed now, even those who had just entered and witnessed the confrontation between the pair. Moaning Myrtle on the ground. They pointed but Myrtle couldn't see, but she could hear them and she could feel them. She sobbed louder and crawled her way up the stairs, locking herself away in her room. She would hide away, just like the turtle she was.