And there walks the ghost, over the Hogwarts corridors late at night. Every student has dared to think that this woman has declared the girls' bathroom as her eternal home, but maybe all of the adventurous thinkers are wrong.

The ones who have seen her, have declared in surprise that she merely stays quite; all of her shames and sad memories are reflected in tears and sorrowed sighs as she constantly repeats: "Fat Myrtle! Ugly Myrtle! Miserable, moaning, moping Myrtle!" .

But all the rumors of this scene come from people with something in common: they do not know how exactly everything happened or took action, except for one person... myself .

And yes, there was this dark haired girl, wearing thick and dirty glasses with a splendorous smile that reflected self-trust, intelligence, and the fact of being unique from all others, who I must say, that was definitely I. "Myrtle was a happy witch until fate came across herself".

When I look back at my past I can manage to remember only three things, the first one being the precise moment when I exchanged sights with Olive Hornby, a Slytherin seventh year student.

I have heard that muggles say something like "I feel butterflies in my stomach" and I think that it was the correct expression to mention at that time. The only problem was that, in fact, the boy who called my attention did answer to my calling, but throwing books and useless verbal threats, wrapped in an insulted paper.

Unfortunately, the second thing I remember.

I tried even the impossible to obtain Hornby's attention. The more I tried, the bigger the size of my tears that fought against my volunteer, but never won. And just as the time passed, I was anxiously in need of someone who could be called a "friend" to lighten me up.

But I just had to complete my disgrace. I felt so heart-broken, that I just wanted to escape reality and start chasing the endless fantasy in a safe and hidden place: the girls' bathroom.

But no, I also knew I would never find peace. This was my mental condition until destiny came. I started thinking about death, a feared word by many; how it happened? what it really meant...

And while I got busy with those thoughts, a crack seemed to sound. I just had stood up from the floor when I found my wished consolation in those deep, yellow eyes, the third thing I will never forget.

And just as the world turned dark when I saw Olive, it also turned dark this time, with the difference that now it was... forever .

Now I have passed to be colored from black to invisible white and target of many laughs and cruel games...