Pt. 19
Just as the last word left her mouth, Professor McGonagall and Hermoine charged out of the room. I'm still trying to comprehend what Cho just said but I decide to go along with them. They're heading towards the Gryffindor common room, but she's not there.
"Check the lavatory," Hermoine grabbed my arm and whispered this in my ear. Her voice was shaky and uncertain, but I'm doing as she says anyway.
The bathroom is cold and dark, just like every other room in the school. The stalls are a gross blue and the facets look a million years old. There were brown liquid stains on the ceiling and water on the floor. It was crappy really.
There's sobs coming from the middle stall. No doubt someone about to lose it.
I rapped my knuckles lightly on the door. Slowly, the girl opened up and revealed herself. It was Ginny, but not a vicious Ginny, a sad, depressed Ginny.
"What do you want Malfoy?" she asked me politely. The sound of her saying my name freaked me out a bit. I had to take a closer look at her. She's a ghost.
"What happened?" my eyes surveyed her head to toe. There was a clear view of her body behind of her, blood spurting from the wrists.
"I'm not sure," she looked back at herself and back at me. "I was just doing my business when I heard a voice. The next thing I know I'm dead."
It hits me hard. Ginny's not the one behind it all. She was controlled by the Mind Gas way before any of us were. Someone told her to do the things she did just like her first year when Lord Voldemort told her to open the Chamber of Secrets. She's innocent.
A/N: Reviews mucha por favor!
Just as the last word left her mouth, Professor McGonagall and Hermoine charged out of the room. I'm still trying to comprehend what Cho just said but I decide to go along with them. They're heading towards the Gryffindor common room, but she's not there.
"Check the lavatory," Hermoine grabbed my arm and whispered this in my ear. Her voice was shaky and uncertain, but I'm doing as she says anyway.
The bathroom is cold and dark, just like every other room in the school. The stalls are a gross blue and the facets look a million years old. There were brown liquid stains on the ceiling and water on the floor. It was crappy really.
There's sobs coming from the middle stall. No doubt someone about to lose it.
I rapped my knuckles lightly on the door. Slowly, the girl opened up and revealed herself. It was Ginny, but not a vicious Ginny, a sad, depressed Ginny.
"What do you want Malfoy?" she asked me politely. The sound of her saying my name freaked me out a bit. I had to take a closer look at her. She's a ghost.
"What happened?" my eyes surveyed her head to toe. There was a clear view of her body behind of her, blood spurting from the wrists.
"I'm not sure," she looked back at herself and back at me. "I was just doing my business when I heard a voice. The next thing I know I'm dead."
It hits me hard. Ginny's not the one behind it all. She was controlled by the Mind Gas way before any of us were. Someone told her to do the things she did just like her first year when Lord Voldemort told her to open the Chamber of Secrets. She's innocent.
A/N: Reviews mucha por favor!
