Disclaimer: Harry Potter, all related characters and settings belong to J. K. Rowling.
Chapter Four: Knowledge
It had been a week since Ron's Herboligy detention and his sleeping pattern had not changed very much.
In other words, it was still basically non-existent.
He would take a nap whenever he had the chance, during dinner, in the common room when he wasn't doing homework -a rare opportunity in itself- basically wherever he could.
If only classes didn't exist, then he could sleep all he wanted.
The main reason for his exhaustion was the sick feeling which had not disappeared but there was something else now as well, a question that had been plaguing the back of his mind.
What was the relationship between Moaning Myrtle and her toilet.
The thought had just suddenly appeared to him when he had last seen her- he knew that she had died in it or something and that she felt that Peeves didn't want her moving about the castle but she had been doing recently which proved that, at least occasionally, she left her toilet. How come though? He had assumed that she was haunting it- that was what was said but now he didn't know. If you haunted something then you could not leave it, ever, could you? Maybe it was voluntary haunting. Anyway, the question was making him loose at least part of the sleep he was getting so he decided to do the one thing he could do. Go to the source and ask.
Which was why he was standing outside of an out of order girl's toilet. It almost felt like there was a string of elastic trying to drag him back from the door.
It obviously wasn't strong enough though- he managed to get inside. The door closed behind him and it was like it snapped the elastic in half.
"Who is it? What do you want?" She called out from her stall at him.
When Ron did not answer she peered out from her stall. "Oh. You. What do you want."
"I was... Wondering about you're toilet." He explained quietly.
"It's mine."
"I know, I just meant."
"Meant what?" She said- it was like she was in a bad mood. Something that he had not expected or planned for.
"Nothing I suppose." Ron replied. Walking back out of the room, he felt the elastic grabbed him and made him walk away quicker.
Once he had made it back to his dormitory something dawned on him. Then all his sleep loss was explained.
