You eat it?
"Oh. Well, thanks." Bakura took the present gingerly and began to open the brightly wrapped package, pausing when he'd just gotten the tape off to add quietly, "I didn't get you anything though, so maybe I shouldn't take this."
Myrtle shook her head, visibly tense. "It's all right. I didn't really expect you to. Just open it."
Smiling slightly, Bakura obeyed, unwrapping the small box and looking at the pale beige box with geometric designs on the edges. He slanted Myrtle a curious look, then opened the box and blinked at the little brown things nestled inside white paper squares. "What are they?" he asked after a moment, picking one up and feeling the slightly sticky texture of the brown cube.
The look on Myrtle's face made him snort with laughter, and he shook his head at her. "What?"
"You…" she giggled, shaking her head. "It's chocolate. You eat it."
"Right." Bakura nodded, gave the earthy thing a dubious look, then took a bite. It tasted strange, sort of like berries, but with a spicy richness that reminded him of honey. He took another bite as the first melted away into nothing, letting the creamy flavor spread through his mouth, and smiled. "It's delicious Myrtle. I love it."
She was watching him, a fond, slightly dreamy look on her face. "I can tell." The smile on her face was echoed in her voice, and she rested her chin on her hands, looking at his reaction to her gift. He smiled back, not sure what had made her look at him like that, but liking the expression on her face, and liked knowing that he was the one who made her smile.
"Oh look," Hornby sneered, her approach wiping the smile off Myrtle's face in an instant. "The little failure returns. Did your family kick you out? Couldn't wait to be rid of you could they?"
Myrtle's fists clenched, but Bakura got there before she could, shoving himself to his feet and grabbing the girl by the collar of her robes, smirking at her terrified face. "Bakura?" Myrtle squeaked from behind him, sounding scared, and he came back to his senses, the red haze clearing away from his vision as he realised what he had been about to do.
"Keep your mouth shut for a change Hornby," he growled at her, and shoved her away snarling disgustedly as she scuttled backwards on her hands and knees, trying to get away from him. Good mood forgotten, he snatched up the present Myrtle had given him and stalked out of the common room, leaving the girl to trail after him, catching his sleeve moments after he reached the safety of the hallway. "Hey are you all right? That – you looked really scary for a moment there."
Taking deep breaths to try and calm himself down, Bakura collapsed against the wall, sliding down until he was sitting on the floor, legs loosely bent in front of him. "I'm fine now. We're doing this tomorrow right? I don't think it can wait much longer." Myrtle nodded, and sat next to him, wrapping her arms around her knees and trying to smile. "Definitely. I don't think I want to risk leaving you like this for any longer than I have to. You – I thought you were going to kill her."
Bakura's lips twisted in a sardonic smile. "I was, Myrtle. That's the problem. If you hadn't stopped me I might have killed her." He finished the thought in his mind, not wanting Myrtle to hear his thoughts on this particular matter. 'Because I most certainly wanted to.'