AN: On to seven!! ^.^ I had forgotten about a lot of these plot lines. I'm going to skip something, I just know it...

Just to give you an idea of how this works, each idea is posted separately. You have to wait until the other person gets on and replies before the story keeps going. That's why some parts are choppy - people's ideas get interrupted.

If you look, you can tell where each post begins. It's not that hard.

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Daphne had run the entire way with her footfalls echoing through the corridors. It took a moment to register where she was. She just wanted to be away from Draco, and what better place to go than the one where no mad had gone before (or wanted to)...

The girls' lavatory.

Daphne threw he head back and laughed silently at the ceiling. She was being ridiculous! This was Draco, her comrade, her classmate-- not Lucius incarnate. Her mum and dad had told her stories about him and his recent trip to Azkaban had proved that they were not just the tall tales of a Death Eater. Lucius Malfoy was not one to mess around with.

...But that didn't necessarily make all the Malfoys bad either.

*Just...well...Most of them.*

Daphne wandered into a stall and lowered the lid before taking a seat. She drew her knees up to her chest and went into her own thoughts.

Unsuspecting, Lavender opened the stall door and was surprised to see the black-haired Slytherin girl curled up on the pot.

"Oh. Sorry."

She closed the stall door.

A moment later, she opened it again. Meeting Daphne's eyes, she raised an eyebrow.

"You all right? You look a bit sick."

Daphne planted her feet on the ground and stood up, straightening her skirt. She tossed her dark hair back and put on a dark smile as one might put on a mask. She moved towards the sink and turned on the water to wash her hands- more out of habit than necessity.

"What's it to you?"

She took a deep breath and shook her hands dry as she turned to face Lavender.

"And didn't anyone ever teach you to knock?"

Lavender watched the other girl closely.

"Don't you Slytherins ever get tired of being alone?"

Daphne's head was spinning with agitation. The last thing she needed right now was a Gryffindor trying to preach her mudblood-niceness sermons. Her expression became blank.

"Yes...yes. Which is why I came to the girl's bathroom to make friends."

She frowned deeply, but was rooted in her spot. She couldn't leave, because she really did want to be alone...but she had no place else to go. Her best hope was to get the girl irked enough to storm out.

"Don't you Gryiffies ever get tired of meddling? Its not your place to fix the world."

Daphne turned to the mirror above the sink and tucked a strand of raven hair behind her ear.

Lavender pulled a brush out of her bag and began to brush her hair absentmindedly.

"Of course it is. Why do you think we're in Gryffandor? We want to fix the world."

Her words held just a tiny bit of bitterness.

"And you're in Slytherin because you couldn't care less."

She paused, turning to look Daphne straight in the eye.

"I wonder. If we were to be Sorted over again this year...would things be the same?"

"Oh of course...what am I thinking?"

Daphne konked herself on the forehead as she rolled her eyes.

"We just long for the destruction of the world as you know it."

She was beginning to feel helpless, to lose her edge. Her mask was a little more transparent then she originally believed it to be. Lavender had a valid point. Would things have been the same?

If she was a mudblood, sure...But is she? Daphne cocked her head to the side and looked Lavender over, sizing her up. Slowly, Daphne lowered her head and muttered softly,

"No."

Lavender looked down at her pale hands, studying them. Wondering if she still belonged in Gryffindor.

"It's something to think about."

Lavender leaned against the wall, her self-control slipping.

She was scared...

Daphne's heart swelled when she saw Lavender's defense fall. She was so relieved she could have laughed that very moment. The girl was nervous! How wonderful.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a thick book with Ancient Mexican Hexes written in gold along the spine.

"Of course you mean if you were sorted again..."

Daphne slipped the library book into Lavender's hands and strolled out of the bathroom.

Lavender stared at the empty space Daphne had been in a moment ago. Slowly, she looked down at the book in her hands.

*Confusing. Very, very confusing girl.*

She opened the book and began to page through it. After a few moments, a picture caught her eye.

*Well, well, well. This may be more useful than she imagined...*

Gathering her things together, Lavender left the lavatory.

From within the metal piping she could hear voices. No one had been in her bathroom for years with the exception of the trio. The Holy Trinity. It had been quite some time since Harry had last been to visit. How she hated them for forgetting her.

Myrtle let a slight whimper escape. How she missed them as well.

"Eeeehe ha ha!"

Peeves raced past the stalls with his arm extended, slamming them with tremendous force. As the Myrtle's whimpers grew louder, he located her stall and wiggled the handle of her toilet furiously, flushing it over and over...

Snap.

The handle broke off into his hand. He sniggered cruelly and dropped it into the bowl, singing loudly.

"Measly, mopey, moany!"

Myrtle closed her eyes and clenched her fists. Here was that rat of a boy, being a rat of a ghost, doing what he did best. All he ever did was bully people, dead or alive. She sat, just minding her own business in the U-bend when he thought it might be funny to bother her. Myrtle's anger burned strong--even in the quite literal sense. Steam poured out of her toilet and the piping began to glow bright red.

"PEEVES!!!"

She sprung from the bowl, clouds of steam hovering around her ghostly form. Her glasses did not fog over, her eyes remaining dreadfully cold. A girlish scream sprang from her lips:

"GET OUT!!!"

But by then, he was already gone.

Myrtle sniffled and waved her arms in vain, trying to clear the bathroom of steam. She sighed and allowed her voice to thicken with sobs and self pity.

"No one comes to visit anymore...But why would anyone want to visit me?"

Myrtle drifted slowly from stall to stall, setting the doors shut gently. Suddenly, a thought dawned on her and she smiled softly, no matter how grim that thought really was.

"I need a friend."

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