I do not share Myrtle's opinion on Gryffindor prefects, I just thought she needed a reason to do what she did.


Myrtle had stopped singing, and was now sitting in the air over the toilet with a vacant expression in her eyes. Fred could hear Percy's footsteps get louder and clearer. Had he finally realised where Fred was hiding?

Myrtle flew straight through the door, and Fred looked out of it just in time to see her exit the bathroom at a high speed. He walked across the room with his heart in his throat. He heard Percy's voice outside. He was clearly talking to someone, and Fred felt the unavoidable doomsday approach.

"Oh, Myrtle, hi. I am looking for my brother; I caught a glimpse of him carrying something that looked very much like a toilet seat. You haven't seen him, have you?"

There was a short silence, before Percy continued speaking.

"So you have seen him? I will be very much obliged to you if you could tell me where he went."

Fred held his breath. Myrtle would surely give him away to Percy, and then he'd be spending next summer degnoming the garden.

Myrtle's slightly high-pitched voice echoed back and forth as she spoke.

"Oh, yes, the other red-head? You will not believe how anxious he was to get away. He ran all the way to the library, I think. Yes, he used the passage opposite Sir Cadogan's portrait."

With those words she dived into the bathroom fountain, from which she advised him to hide the Frame underneath one of the water basins. She smirked once more.

"You see, Olive Hornby was also a bully from Gryffindor, and she eventually became a prefect. I made sure that her position didn't last, though. I don't like bullies, especially not prefect bullies from Gryffindor. Go back to the feast, but make sure to pour some pumpkin juice into the second toilet from the left next time you're here."

She disappeared into another cistern before Fred had time to thank her.