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Sitting in my cubical I expected nothing interesting to happen – the first years had already heard to avoid the second floor girls' toilet. I suppose I could have left and wondered the halls like any of the numerous other ghosts, watch the students dine, listen to a certain subject, or pop through walls scaring students. Instead I stayed stubbornly within my set boundaries, these being the said girl's lavatory, the prefect's bath, and, with the occasional unexpected flush, the lake. No one wanted to see me anyway.
So I was surprised –not quite sure if it was pleasantly or not– when I heard the sounds of someone using a sink in my bathroom. Floating silently through the cubical walls I soon spotted the back of a tall angularly featured boy bent over a sink. No one of the male gender had entered these, my hallowed grounds, since Harry and his Polyjuice potion experiment. Harry; I would have to add him to the list of reasons to leave this place. Floating a few feet behind the stranger I resolved to confront him as to why he was here in the first place.
"You do realize this is a girl's lavatory don't you?" I snapped. There was a bloody sign on the door after all! I also poked him in the back; from past experience I knew this not to be a pleasant feeling.
Having been bent over he apparently hadn't noticed my presence before and jumped slightly when I addressed him so harshly but quickly recovered. Turning slowly and facing me he replied levelly – no doubt trying to regain some composure. "Well other than you I don't see any girls. So what does it really matter?" Apparently to him the girl's room was only for girls as long as there were girls in it. Well this arrogant boy had some things coming to him if he thought he could just barge into my bathroom any old time with that attitude.
"It does matter." Why did it matter? "Because..... Because.... well just because!" I replied stubbornly.
"If you can't come up with a logical reason then I'll just resume my washing then." He replied uncaringly and turned back to the sink to examine his face in the mirror.
Floating right behind him, arms crossed, I resigned myself to scrutinizing him as I couldn't think of anything to bellow at him. An opportunity to argue like this hadn't shown itself in a long time and I was unprepared for such a duel of wits. Once I had gotten past my reactions his appearance proved to be interesting to scrutinize in any case.
He was tall, like most males reaching this point in their life, but he wasn't gangly or otherwise unable to deal with his new height, contrarily he was thin in the way most girls strove to be and his stance radiated arrogance. His hair, startlingly white, hung half way down his back in a layered mass of spikes and jagged edges. But his eyes were a normal enough blue and he was in fingernail and skin pore quality normal enough.
"Didn't anyone teach you staring is rude?" he asked arrogantly as he scrubbed at some dirt stains on his slightly pale-skinned arm, catching site of me staring at him in the mirror no doubt.
"A boy enters my domain; it is fair for me to be able at least to get a good look at him." I snapped back scowling.
"Your domain?" he asked skeptically. "I didn't see your name on it. Or is your name girl? Because then it would make perfect sense." This boy was far too arrogant for his own good.
"My name is Myrtle, not girl." I replied airily. When his face remained blank I grew even more frustrated. "Moaning Myrtle." I dragged out the name so it was a moan itself. "I haunt the second floor girl's bathroom, I'm an annoying prat of a ghost, and everyone hates me."
"Well you don't exactly make people feel at ease do you?" Was the muttered retort.
"I would like to know the name of the arrogant boy who dares enter the bathroom facilities clearly set off for the female population of Hogwarts School so I can report him for the perverted adolescent he is to the Headmaster!" I demanded outright.
He laughed, it seemed at the threat, but answered all the same. "I'm Bakura." And added sarcastically. "It is a pleasure to meet you."