Moaning Myrtle's P.O.V.
September 3, 1998
That was the year I found out I could do small bits of magic.
When I tried to tell people, they laughed at me and told me I should have died properly so I wouldn't be so annoying.
I cried in the bathroom for three days.
On the fourth day, I realized what I should do.
Now it is December 24, 2006, and I am ready.
When everyone went to bed, I started to prepare. I hired peeves as my arms, and he got the potion ready for me. He is exited for the outcome, almost as much as I am.
When it was finished, I took a deep breath and spoke the incantation.
I had looked up the perfect payback spell for all of those who made fun of me. At first it was all evil hexes, to cause them pain. Then I came across this spell and I knew it was the one. No one could make fun of me. They wouldn't remember who I was.
I spoke the words again, this time with a shiver of anticipation.
Tabula Rasa
Tabula Rasa
Tabula Rasa