Home
"Home is where the heart is."
She guessed that that statement didn't really apply to the dead. If she were where her once-beating heart laid, she'd be six feet under. No, instead, she was stuck in a bathroom.
The thought of her heart being in the girl's lavatory was less than pleasant.
She sat in her stall, pondering this, for there was nothing better to do.
There were hushed voices, seamless whispers. Curious, she poked her head out of the door, surveying the three students that had bothered coming in.
"Go away!" she sniffed, for surely they had come to insult her.
As the black-haired, green-eyed boy of the group mumbled condolences to her, Moaning Myrtle wondered what it would be like to give her heart to that boy—the first one to actually express some care. Would he be considered home, then?
With a girlish giggle, she hoped so. She'd be able to stay at his side forever, if she wanted to.
A/N: Why, yes, I did just slap you all with some Myrtle/Harry romance. ;) The word count is 163 words. Reviews are wanted, loved, and framed. :D