A/N: To all of you who have read other things written by me, you will
realize that this is far from what I normally write. That said, I was
intrigued by this idea, and decided to write it. I kind of like it, so
please tell me what you think. This is a WiP, but I may not continue unless
you like the story. Please please please leave a review, telling me whether
or not to write more. Ang
Moaning Myrtle's sobs were annoying at all times, but on this particular day, they were impossible to ignore. Peeves was in the middle of preparing a water balloon ambush on Mrs. Norris when a particularly loud and distraught sob distracted him. The water balloon dropped too quickly, alerting Mrs. Norris to his presence without wetting her in the least. Peeves scowled, determined to make Myrtle pay for that one. Now the Bloody Baron would have his head for sure.
Peeves glided to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, ready to blame her for his soon- to-be problems. What he wasn't ready for was to have Myrtle turn to him for comfort. But that's exactly what happened. She was in the last stall, sobbing as usual.
"What's your problem!? I was just about to attack Mrs. Norris, and you distracted me. She's gone to tell Filch, and now I'll never get another chance! Thanks a lot! Why'd you have to be a ghost and haunt Hogwarts?!" He demanded angrily. Myrtle turned a tearstained face to him.
"Do you honestly think that this is how I want to live my life? Or death, since I'm not alive? First James turns me down, and now his son." Myrtle's sobs grew louder. Peeves rolled his eyes.
"You need to get out of this bathroom. Anyone would be depressed if they had to stay in a bathroom. Come on!" Peeves waited impatiently for Myrtle to follow him. Myrtle shook her head.
"I'm happy right here, thank you." She sniffed. Peeves grew really impatient with her.
"No you're not, stupid girl. You're crying." Peeves pointed out. Myrtle glared miserably at him.
"I'm not stupid!" She countered.
"You're stupid and pimply and those glasses are horrible. Now come on." He glided out of the bathroom. Myrtle sat obstinately on the toilet seat. Peeves muttered something under his breath, and returned for her.
"Look, the Bloody Baron is going to have my hide. So come on already!" Peeves pleaded. Myrtle shook her head, almost dislodging her horn-rimmed glasses. Peeves sat down on top of the stall door, looking down at her. "Fine, I have no problem with staying here."
"Get out! This is a girls bathroom, and you're a boy!" She yelled.
"That didn't seem to bother you when it was the Marauders, or even a few years ago when it was Ron and Harry." He countered. Myrtle sunk down into the U-bend in the toilet. Peeves followed.
"Go away and leave me alone." She said hollowly.
"Nope, don't feel like it. Besides, this is a good hiding place." He retorted.
"What will it take to get you to leave me alone?" She pleaded.
"Come have some fun." He told her.
"Peeves, what is with you right now?! You hate me, and I hate you, remember?" She said coldly. Peeves flinched ever so slightly.
"Hey, you're getting annoying with this stupid moping around stuff. I'm doing this to get you to quit crying all of the time, so that I can get on with my pranks." He smirked. Myrtle shrugged.
"Not today." She told him. "I'm busy." Peeves looked at her in disbelief.
"Busy with what?!" He demanded.
"I'm just busy, ok?!" She yelled back at him.
"Fine. Tomorrow?" He softened slightly. Myrtle glared at him.
"If you insist." She sniffed.
"Good. We need to get you some semblance of a personality." Peeves shot over his shoulder as he left. Myrtle sank lower into the U-bend, more miserable than before.
A/N: Sorry it's short. Hope ya liked it! Angie
Moaning Myrtle's sobs were annoying at all times, but on this particular day, they were impossible to ignore. Peeves was in the middle of preparing a water balloon ambush on Mrs. Norris when a particularly loud and distraught sob distracted him. The water balloon dropped too quickly, alerting Mrs. Norris to his presence without wetting her in the least. Peeves scowled, determined to make Myrtle pay for that one. Now the Bloody Baron would have his head for sure.
Peeves glided to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, ready to blame her for his soon- to-be problems. What he wasn't ready for was to have Myrtle turn to him for comfort. But that's exactly what happened. She was in the last stall, sobbing as usual.
"What's your problem!? I was just about to attack Mrs. Norris, and you distracted me. She's gone to tell Filch, and now I'll never get another chance! Thanks a lot! Why'd you have to be a ghost and haunt Hogwarts?!" He demanded angrily. Myrtle turned a tearstained face to him.
"Do you honestly think that this is how I want to live my life? Or death, since I'm not alive? First James turns me down, and now his son." Myrtle's sobs grew louder. Peeves rolled his eyes.
"You need to get out of this bathroom. Anyone would be depressed if they had to stay in a bathroom. Come on!" Peeves waited impatiently for Myrtle to follow him. Myrtle shook her head.
"I'm happy right here, thank you." She sniffed. Peeves grew really impatient with her.
"No you're not, stupid girl. You're crying." Peeves pointed out. Myrtle glared miserably at him.
"I'm not stupid!" She countered.
"You're stupid and pimply and those glasses are horrible. Now come on." He glided out of the bathroom. Myrtle sat obstinately on the toilet seat. Peeves muttered something under his breath, and returned for her.
"Look, the Bloody Baron is going to have my hide. So come on already!" Peeves pleaded. Myrtle shook her head, almost dislodging her horn-rimmed glasses. Peeves sat down on top of the stall door, looking down at her. "Fine, I have no problem with staying here."
"Get out! This is a girls bathroom, and you're a boy!" She yelled.
"That didn't seem to bother you when it was the Marauders, or even a few years ago when it was Ron and Harry." He countered. Myrtle sunk down into the U-bend in the toilet. Peeves followed.
"Go away and leave me alone." She said hollowly.
"Nope, don't feel like it. Besides, this is a good hiding place." He retorted.
"What will it take to get you to leave me alone?" She pleaded.
"Come have some fun." He told her.
"Peeves, what is with you right now?! You hate me, and I hate you, remember?" She said coldly. Peeves flinched ever so slightly.
"Hey, you're getting annoying with this stupid moping around stuff. I'm doing this to get you to quit crying all of the time, so that I can get on with my pranks." He smirked. Myrtle shrugged.
"Not today." She told him. "I'm busy." Peeves looked at her in disbelief.
"Busy with what?!" He demanded.
"I'm just busy, ok?!" She yelled back at him.
"Fine. Tomorrow?" He softened slightly. Myrtle glared at him.
"If you insist." She sniffed.
"Good. We need to get you some semblance of a personality." Peeves shot over his shoulder as he left. Myrtle sank lower into the U-bend, more miserable than before.
A/N: Sorry it's short. Hope ya liked it! Angie