Albus Dumbledore was pleased when he saw who Neville Longbottom had asked to accompany him to the Yule Ball. He thought they would be good friends when Elizabeth's personality became more apparent last summer. She was brave and strong, and would always speak her mind. She would be a good influence on Neville.

He surveyed the room, watching all the couples dance. Fred Weasley and Angelina Johnson were dancing together, each a little rowdier than the dance called for. He saw Harry Potter and Luna Lovegood chatting at a table, Luna also eating a bowl of chocolate pudding. He chuckled, they were a bit of an odd match, that was for sure. But oddness gives life something special, does it not?

Elizabeth and Neville were dancing as well. Though he was no expert, he could tell that the witch had quite the talent for it. She was graceful and nimble, swerving as other couples moved around them, and taking the lead when Neville grew too nervous.

How far Elizabeth had come in the short time she had been here. For a girl so small, she was so strong. She had been able to withstand everything life had thrown at her, and still could be happy in her new life. He had initially feared that she would never be accepted by their world, and even now some did not accept her, but to Elizabeth, that didn't matter. She had accepted herself and had surrounded herself with people who did the same. She lived her life with joy, and Dumbledore couldn't be prouder.

Elizabeth meant a great deal to him, and her happiness was something he valued. In a way, she reminded him of Ariana. Kind, but headstrong. She could be stubborn and strong-willed whenever it pleased her, or if she felt she had to be. Elizabeth was like that and looked up to him. He would set a good example for her, be a better man than he was years ago.

The kind Ariana deserved. The kind Elizabeth deserved.

Elizabeth was important to him.

Elizabeth and Neville had gone out to the courtyard to cool off in the winter air.

"Your turn. Ask me anything." Elizabeth said as they walked.

"Alright. Sorry if this is offensive, but, did you ever use words like thee or thou? Or is that just a myth?" Neville asked.

Elizabeth giggled a little. "I wasn't expecting that, but yes. Only a little, but I do know how to properly use those words." She answered.

"Really? How'd you learn?" Neville asked.

"Well, it wasn't originally from wizards or witches. Some of the muggleborn students came to school talking like that, and they taught me. I distinctly remember one boy named Chipon teaching me. He thought it was a riot." she said.

"How come you didn't use them at first when you came here? Wasn't it confusing?" Neville asked.

"Well, I didn't use them all that often, just enough to know how. It didn't take me long to figure out that here no one uses them, so I didn't. Ginny and Luna know, and so does my mum." Elizabeth replied.

"Could you teach me? How to use them, I mean?" Neville asked.

She smiled. "Sure. I'll start by giving you an example. Thee has been a very good date to the Yule Ball, even though thou and I agreed to come as friends." Elizabeth said.

"That was very… elegant." Neville said when she was done.

"Why, thank thou." Elizabeth said.

"Alright, now you're getting too confusing."

The Yule Ball ended around midnight, and it also ended with Ron and Hermione screaming at each other. Elizabeth personally thought Hermione made excellent points about why she shouldn't have waited around for Ron to ask her and told her so in support.

"Gin's and I's room is mostly empty. The other girls went home for the holidays, so there are some free beds if you want one. I know Lavender and Parvati might give you some grief." Elizabeth offered.

"I think that's exactly what I need." Hermione said.

And so, the three girls had another Christmas sleepover. Perhaps it was becoming a tradition.

The rest of the break went quickly. Elizabeth had to get caught up on the homework she had been neglecting, and spent the rest of it enjoying her time with her friends and family. She and Minerva made a special day trip to Archibald in Diagon Alley, and he was very pleased to see what Elizabeth put in her locket.

"It's beautiful. I was hoping you'd discover the secret third part." he said when he saw it.

"I almost didn't. Thank you, Archibald. It's a lovely gift." Elizabeth said.

But soon enough, the break ended. And it was back to lessons as usual. Potions got a little more complicated, but she was still the best in the class. Snape still didn't like her, and honestly, the feeling was mutual. But Elizabeth made sure she got every potion right, partially because she could and wanted a good mark, and partially to spite the dreary dungeon bat.

Elizabeth's Transfiguration marks were also improving. She still was far from the top of the class, but she was able to hold a steady E. Though Minerva always wanted her to strive for all O's, she was happy Elizabeth was finally doing alright in her class.

Unfortunately, Harry was running out of time until the Second Task. And, he still hadn't figured out what was inside the egg! He kept saying he was working on it, but Elizabeth had her doubts.

One afternoon Elizabeth was in need of using the restroom, and the closest one was Moaning Myrtles. Unfortunately. So, summoning all the patience she had, she entered the dreaded, haunted, lavatory.

"What are you doing here?" Myrtle asked when she walked in.

"Hello to you, too, Myrtle," Elizabeth replied as she walked to a faraway stall, hoping Myrtle would get the hint.

"At least you didn't bring that annoying little blonde with you." Myrtle continued.

Elizabeth turned around. "What? Who are you talking about?" She asked the ghost.

"That odd girl? I've seen you with her between lessons. You even let her sit with you at the Christmas Feast. No one ever did that for me…" Myrtle moaned.

Curiously, Elizabeth asked, "Are you talking about my friend Luna?"

Myrtle grinned and nodded. "She's simply dreadful!" She crooned.

Elizabeth was dumbfounded. What had Luna done to make Myrtle think of her like that? For Merlin's sake, she lived in a toilet! Who was she to judge anyone for being odd?

Elizabeth grinned. Myrtle was simply put, irrational. Whatever reason she had for not liking Luna, it had to be good.

"Why are you smiling? Are you making fun of me?! I have a right to have feelings, you know!"

And with that, the crying ghost flew into her special toilet, the one specially designated for her.

"Wait, I'm sorry, Myrtle! Come back!" Elizabeth said, holding back a wall of giggles. This was just too good to resist. She had to know why Myrtle disliked her best friend so much.

Myrtle floated through the door and crossed her arms. "What?" She asked, huffing.

"Would you please just tell me why you don't like Luna? What did she do?" Elizabeth asked.

Tears bubbled up in the ghost's see-through eyes. "She went to the Yule Ball with Harry Potter!" she wailed.

Elizabeth couldn't help but laugh. THAT was why Myrtle didn't like Luna? Wait, did she actually like Harry? As in, romantically?

Good Merlin.

As Myrtle cried in her stall, and Elizabeth washed her hands after using the restroom herself, she overheard something suspicious from Myrtle, between her tears.

"If only he had asked me! First Cedric, then him! But at least Cedric let me watch him figure out that clue!" she cried.

Wait.

"Myrtle! What did you just say?" Elizabeth asked, knocking on the stall door.

"Go away!"

"But I need your help!"

"Why should I help you?"

"... For Harry?"

Silence. Then, Myrtle came out.

"For Harry?" she asked. Elizabeth nodded.

"If I tell you… will you tell him that I did?" Myrtle asked.

"Sure. Just, please, tell me what Cedric did to figure out the clue in the egg,"

And so, Myrtle did. And all the while, Elizabeth had the feeling that she was making a deal with the devil.

"Harry!" Elizabeth called as she ran into the common room. Heads turned, but Elizabeth made a beeline for Harry, who was sitting in the corner with Ron doing Divination homework.

"Harry! I did something to help you with the egg!" She said.

"Really?" He asked. She nodded excitedly. Harry shared a look with Ron. What did that mean?

"Well, Cedric just told me a hint for figuring out the egg." Harry broke the news.

Elizabeth's face fell. Had she put up with Myrtle for nothing?! "What did he tell you?" she asked.

"Not much. He just told me where and how to get into the prefect's bathroom, and to mull things over in the water." Harry said.

"Well, that's what Myrtle said, too. But, you need to put the egg in the water, and listen." Elizabeth told him.

"Listen to it?" Harry asked. She nodded.

"How's he going to hear it if it's underwater?" Ron asked. Elizabeth shrugged. "I suppose you'll need to dip your head under, Harry."

And that was exactly what he did.

Elizabeth walked out to the common room early the next morning, having been unable to sleep after a bad dream, to find Harry entering, slightly damp.

"Did you sneak out to the Prefect's bathroom?" she asked him, noticing the puddles he was making on the floor from his wet hair.

"Yeah. I found out what the clue is." Harry said, his face solemn. When he told Elizabeth what it was, she too was solemn.

I love writing about Moaning Myrtle, she's so fun to do! That was my first time using thee and thou in writing, so if I got it wrong, just know I was trying my best. Also, nothing romantic was implied with Elizabeth and Dumbledore, he just cares about her very much as a professor and student. Question of the chapter: are any of you out there readers? I figure there's a good chance one of you is since I'm assuming you read Harry Potter. Let me know below!