Bordering On Insanity

"Speech"

Normal

Thinking

"Spells"

Hello everyone! I just realized that I haven't been putting on an author's note. I don't beg for reviews, but I do like them, and I would really appreciate if you took time just to comment. Criticism is welcomed, since it helps develop my writing skills. Thank you! Also, I'm not going to have Myrtle listening to We Can't Stop by Miley Cyrus on her iPod while dressed in skinny jeans and a leather jacket, but you have to understand that I'm from the twenty-first century, and they are from 1940s. I try and make everything set in their time, but it's hard.

Disclaimer: I don't actually own Harry Potter, but the world would be a better place if I did. I don't even own Andromeda, since I took her name from Andromeda Tonks (née Black) and she's in the world of Harry Potter. I don't even own Leander's name!

"I told you so."

"Shut up." Meda replied to Cygnus, as she scrubbed the Quidditch Cup in the Trophy room. "For your information, you never actually told me so," she continued. "You were too busy snogging Arelia, and trying to get into her pants."

Cygnus smirked, and sat beside Andromeda.

"So what? If I was trying to get into her pants, what would it matter to you?" he whispered, making Meda shiver.

"I don't, except she'll be more irritable after you fail, and she breaks up with you. And then, she'll take away more points from me, giving me more detentions, and in short, making my life a living hell." Meda rambled.

"So? You usually don't care about those. Everyone knows that you have quite a temper. Just like a Gryffindor."
"Well, everyone's wrong then. I'm a Ravenclaw."

"I wonder how."

"Well, take your wondering, and shove it up your arse." At this Meda rose, and started to clean a different award.

"This work is for house-elves, not purebloods!"

"This work is called detention."

Cygnus scowled. "How many trophies does this place have?"

"15 trophies, 24 medals, 6 plates and shields, and 40 honourable mentions."

Seeing Cygnus's raised eyebrow, Meda shrugged. "I counted them once when I was bored. Just like I am now."
Meda began to walk towards the door, when Cygnus smoothly told her "This is detention. You can't leave detention."

"Nobody is watching, so I'll leave. Tell Lanchester when he comes that I'm in the bathroom or something. Be creative."
As she walked out of the door, Cygnus stopped her by asking "What makes you think I'll do anything for you?"
Meda smirked at him. "If you don't, then I'll hex you so much, you'll transform from the graceful swan to the ugly duckling."
Of course, Cygnus, coming from a family prejudiced against muggles, did not know what this was, but replied, "So, you think I'm a graceful swan, do you?"

Meda raised her eyebrows, and stalked out, leaving Cygnus behind her, doing work he considered beneath him.

If only I could be Marguerite! Myrtle sighed, reading The Scarlet Pimpernel again on her bed. Her roommates consisted of Olive Hornby and her two friends Virginia and Catherine, and a distant girl named Wilhelmina who Myrtle liked to talk to sometimes. Wilhelmina, being a muggle-born as well came up behind her. "Is that the Scarlet Pimpernel?" she asked.

Myrtle sat up. "Yes, it is!"
Wilhelmina smiled. "I love that book. I wish that I could be Marguerite sometimes, but she has no magic! I wouldn't trade my magic for anything!"
"Oh, yes," Myrtle agreed. "Who's your favourite character?"
Wilhelmina shrugged. "I like Chauvelin."
"Chauvelin!" Myrtle gasped. "He's evil, though."
Wilhelmina nodded. "He is evil, but really, he's just doing the best for his country."
"Well, I've never looked at it that way before. My favourite character is Sir Andrew Ffoulkes."
"Yes, he's nice. What other books have you read"

"Well, I've read Great Expectations. By Charles Dickens."
"I haven't read that one, but have you read…"

Myrtle smiled as they chatted into the night. This was looking to be a much better year than the last.

"God damn it!"

Ladomar Lanchester looked over his book at the fifth year Charms class. Of course, Andromeda Rosignal was causing all the fuss, as she somehow accidentally managed to charm her partner's hand into spitting fire. Right now, it was puffing out fireballs and causing a lot of chaos. Lanchester sighed, and got up. Why is it always Ms. Rosignal? Her sister never causes this much trouble. Never. With a complicated pattern, Lanchester managed to stop the fire, and reversed the hand back.

"Ms. Rosignal, why is it always you who manages to either flood, burn, melt, freeze, reduce to rubble, transform into a wasteland or destroy my classroom?"

"Well really Professor, I've been wondering that for years."
"Shut up, Leander!"
"Detention, Ms. Rosignal."

"Damn."

"Also, ten points from Ravenclaw for swearing."
"Thanks a lot, Andromeda."
"You do know that sarcasm is the first sign of insanity."

"That's talking to yourself, Andromeda."

"To-mah-to, to-may-to."

"PEEVES!"

The voice of the Head Girl rang out and everyone winced. Minerva McGonagall, the current Head Girl, had a powerful pair of lungs, and an amazing ability to transfigure things. Meda started to cackle, and everyone winced again. Ouch.

Hagrid sighed. "Meda, will yeh please stop?"

Meda looked offended. "No!"

As the two started to bicker good-naturedly, Myrtle felt her headache grow. Pushing past them, she started to walk to the Hospital Wing.
"Myrtle, Have the Wrackspurts got you? Oh no."

"Please go away, Leander."

"Ok."

At this Leander turned away, humming, and started to walk to where Meda and Hagrid were arguing. Myrtle walked to the Hospital Wing, where Madam Petreller, the matron, gave her a headache potion. As Myrtle walked back to the Ravenclaw dorms, a huge crowd in front of a wall suddenly stopped her. Myrtle shoved her way through to Meda, who looked startled.

"What is it, Meda?"
"See for yourself."

Myrtle stepped on her toes, and peered over the heads of the people in front of her and gasped. There was a small Hufflepuff boy lying there, looking shocked. He was holding a pair of eyeglasses in front of his eyes, evidently meaning to clean them. There was a commotion as the professors arrived.

"Out of the way!" Slughorn cried.

As they reached the front, many of the professors paled or gasped.

"Return to your common rooms!" Dumbledore said.

As the children did, Myrtle couldn't help but hear "The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. What does that mean, Armando?"

"I don't know, Bathsheda. I don't know."

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