Myrtle's Death
Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling
Summary: In COS we heard a small chunk of Myrtle's death scene. However, we never saw all of it. This is how I picture her full death scene.
Rating: T (just incase)
Word Count: 539
"Now can anyone tell me what spell I would use to transfigure a galleon into an elephant?" Professor Dumbledore asked. I wasn't paying attention, and I was trying to figure out safe routes out Transfiguration class and into the Ravenclaw common room without passing Olive Hornby and at the same time trying to figure out logical explanations for the petrified students.
I dipped my eagle feather quill into to my black, ink and scratched at my scroll of parchment. Then I felt a ball of parchment being thrown at the back of my head. I turned around and saw Olive throwing parchment at the back of my head.
"Stop that!" I whispered. She smiled smugly as though she was proud of what she had accomplished. "Why should I?" She whispered back. Just then the class bell rang.
I rushed through the corridors clutching my books. I pushed my round spectacles up to keep them from falling down the bridge of my nose. I tried to walk confidently instead of my regular limp, where I look down at my feet but I ended up tripping.
While trying to pick up my books, I look up and se Olive hovering over me giggling. Next thing I knew, she was pointing and laughing at me singing some sort of stupid chant like, "Four eyed Myrtle!"
I buried my head in my arms. I didn't know what to do! "Oh is Myrtle crying? But Myrtle never cries. Oh wait! She does because she's miserable, mudblood, moaning, four eyes Myrtle!" And she laughed evilly. "I bet your glasses are so thick they could probably balance at least 5 phoenixes!"
I felt tears misting in my eyes and I knew I was about to cry. I couldn't take this. Why didn't anyone like me? I tried to be kind and polite but all I got was bullying. I couldn't take it anymore. So I ran for it. I finally ended up in the girls' lavatory and ran into a cubical. I sat on the toilet, locked the door, took off my glasses and buried my face into my hands.
I began to think. Why was no one else here bullied? I wanted to go home. To the place where I had friends and where my mother and father were, and they would tell me I was pretty and kind and smart and perfect, because at Hogwarts according to everyone I was hideous and dumb. My thoughts were interrupted by a strange hissing noise outside. But, I figured out it was a boy! He was not allowed in here! He had no right to be in a girls' lavatory. So, I unlocked the door and before I could say anything I saw a pair of deadly, yellow eyes staring at me and I felt my soul drifting off and my body cascading to the ground.
"Are you in here again sulking, Myrtle?" My ghost sat silently watching the scene. Olive had come into the lavatory. "Because Professor Dippet has asked me to look for you-"
And she saw my frigid as ice dead body and froze. Then, a few seconds later she screamed and ran out screaming "Professor Dippet!" Serves her right. I thought smugly.