Written for the Reunite Challenge by BlueEyes444.
Pairing: Myrtle/Voldemort.
Prompt: Death.
So, there I was, hanging out by my usual toilet, when another joined me in the stall- my usual stall.
It was another ghost, the ghost of Lord Voldemort.
"Voldie-poo!" I excalimed loudly. "You died, too? What happened?"
"You didn't hear?" he asked me glumly. "I figured everyone would know by now. It's been...ten minutes or so."
"Nobody ever tells me anything!" I screeched, glaring at the ghost before me.
"I did," he said kindly. "Potter's finally done it. And now, look at me! Dead! How can I dominate the world like this?"
Actually, the pale look kind of worked for him.
"I think you can do anything," I said with a flirty grin, winking at him.
Voldemort just rolled his eyes at me, saying, "Sorry I killed you, Turtle."
"Turtle?" I exclaimed, "Why does everyone always have to make fun of my name! I hate you!"
"I thought it was a cute nickname...You live in this bathroom?" he asked.
"Yep," I confirmed. "Cozy, isn't it? Nice and secluded, away from it all."
"A nice place for...things," Voldemort laughed creepily, and I giggled nervously.
"Yeah..." I said. "Do you like being a ghost?"
Voldemort replied, "Actually, it sucks. Terrible company and horrible living situations. How am I supposed to sleep?"
"How dare you insult my stall!" I screamed. "You have been officially banished from this toilet, so BURN!"
Voldemort didn't say anything, he just floated there and stared at me in amusement.
Then I asked, "Why are you in a girl's lavatory, anyway?"
A/N- I admit, that was very strange, but I hope you like it; please review!