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Day 43: Bathroom

Albus was washing his hands when he felt eyes watching him. He spun around to find the ghost of a young girl staring at him through round glasses.

"What are you doing in here?" he yelped, "This is a boy's bathroom!"

The ghost ignored the question, "I thought you were Harry. But you're too young. You look like him, though. When I first met him. Sometimes I forget that other people grow up."

"You mean because you don't?" To Albus' horror the girl's eyes instantly filled with tears. "I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, "I didn't mean anything by it! Honest!"

The girl sniffled, "I'm used to it. No one thinks about what it's like for me."

"So- er, you knew my dad?" Albus asked, as much to distract her as because he actually wanted to know.

The girl cocked her head to the side, "Harry's your dad?"

Albus nodded, "Yeah, I'm Albus. Albus Potter. Everyone's always saying I look just like him. Except, you know, no scar."

"My name's Myrtle," the girl sniffled again, "I'm not surprised you've never heard of me. I suppose Harry forgot all about me." And once again her eyes filled with tears.

Albus resisted the urge to groan in frustration. Did everything upset this girl? "I'm sure that isn't true," he said hastily, "Dad, just, you know, he doesn't really talk about his past much." It was technically true anyway.

"So, how did you and my dad meet?" he asked kindly, but also with honest curiosity.

"There was a party," Myrtle said, "I didn't stay long though. Peeves teased me and I ran away back to my toilet. But then later, your dad and two others came into my bathroom. They brewed a potion in there."

Albus blinked in confusion, "Why would they brew a potion in a bathroom?"

Myrtle shrugged, "I don't know." She giggled, "I don't think they were supposed to be brewing it."

Now Albus was more curious than ever. His father and his uncle Ron and aunt Hermione – because really, who else could his two friends have been?- had once brewed a forbidden potion in a bathroom? Why?

"Do you know what potion it was?" he asked her.

"It turned your father and Ron into other boys," Myrtle said, "It didn't work right for Hermione though. Gave her fur. And a tail." She giggled again.

Albus was about to ask another question, when he glanced down at his watch, "Shoot, I've got to get to class. I'm going to be late. But-er maybe you could finish telling me this story some other time?"

Myrtle suddenly beamed, "Really? You'll come see me again?"

Albus nodded, "Sure, it was nice meeting you, Myrtle."

"Nobody ever says that," For a moment Myrtle looked happy, but then her eyes narrowed suspiciously, "Are you making fun of me?"

"Of course not!" Albus frowned, "Why would I do that?"

Myrtle shrugged, but she seemed mollified, "I'll see you around, Albus Potter." And without further ado, she dived down the nearest toilet, leaving Albus alone in the bathroom with a lot to think about.

This was another word where it just had to feature a particular character. Because who else could I use for bathroom but Myrtle?