Always Unforgotten by Brita*Chica
Chapter Six: Failed
Ron walked into the girl's bathroom. No matter how many times he would have to do it, he knew that it would still feel strange to him.
"Who are you? You've come to make fun of me haven't you?" Myrtle's voice called from her stall.
"No. I came to ask you some questions."
She stuck her head out and looked at him as though she expected him to suddenly start throwing things at her. "What about?"
Ron shook his head as though he was in a daze. "Urmm," He looked at his parchment to refresh his memory. "About mythical creatures."
"If you're talking about the prefect mermaid then you can get lost." She snapped and went back into her stall.
"I'm not. I'm talking about. What happened with the prefect mermaid?"
Myrtle called out to him but did not appear. "Stupid painting. She thinks she is so perfect. She called me ugly. I had enough of that from Peeves, I don't need it from her as well. Everyone will be doing it once the word gets out."
"Be doing what?"
"Calling me ugly."
"I don't think you're ugly." Ron pointed out before he could stop himself. He snapped his mouth shut immediately, silently cursing at himself.
Myrtle appeared completely and floated in front of him. "I like lies like that. What are you asking about?"
Ron fumbled. "The basilisk."
Myrtle's face creased into something half-scowl, half-pain. "What about it?" Her voice was wavering.
"Nothing." Ron sighed, walking out of the bathroom. That had not gone to plan. Instead, it had probably put even more distance between them. He had not wanted to upset her though.
He walked off to Gryffindor common room, his next attempt already formulating in his mind.
Chapter Six: Failed
Ron walked into the girl's bathroom. No matter how many times he would have to do it, he knew that it would still feel strange to him.
"Who are you? You've come to make fun of me haven't you?" Myrtle's voice called from her stall.
"No. I came to ask you some questions."
She stuck her head out and looked at him as though she expected him to suddenly start throwing things at her. "What about?"
Ron shook his head as though he was in a daze. "Urmm," He looked at his parchment to refresh his memory. "About mythical creatures."
"If you're talking about the prefect mermaid then you can get lost." She snapped and went back into her stall.
"I'm not. I'm talking about. What happened with the prefect mermaid?"
Myrtle called out to him but did not appear. "Stupid painting. She thinks she is so perfect. She called me ugly. I had enough of that from Peeves, I don't need it from her as well. Everyone will be doing it once the word gets out."
"Be doing what?"
"Calling me ugly."
"I don't think you're ugly." Ron pointed out before he could stop himself. He snapped his mouth shut immediately, silently cursing at himself.
Myrtle appeared completely and floated in front of him. "I like lies like that. What are you asking about?"
Ron fumbled. "The basilisk."
Myrtle's face creased into something half-scowl, half-pain. "What about it?" Her voice was wavering.
"Nothing." Ron sighed, walking out of the bathroom. That had not gone to plan. Instead, it had probably put even more distance between them. He had not wanted to upset her though.
He walked off to Gryffindor common room, his next attempt already formulating in his mind.
