Myrtle looked up at Tom, slightly confused. "Uh, sure." She glanced back at Ali who was half way up the stair case. "Hey, Ali...i'll meet you up there, alright?" She said, calling up the stairs. Ali smirked slightly.
"Uh-huh, sure...i'll meet you later. Take your time." Ali said. She turned around and quickly ran up the stair case, laughing slightly as she dissapeared. Myrtle turned around and looked back at Tom.
"What is it that you needed to ask?" Myrtle asked, tilting her head slightly.
"Well, earlyer I was talking to Professor Dumbledore, and he hinted that there might be a dance sometime later- and I figured that I might see if you'd like to maybe...go with me." Tom said in a quick voice. Myrtle blinked, completly surprised. She had figured that Tom would ask about a class or something.
"Uh sure...that would be fine." Myrtle said slowly, nodding her head slightly. She knew her cheeks had to be a little red.
"Cool, well than..I guess i'll see you later than?" Tom said glancin around as the hall became empty.
"Yeah, well...bye than." Myrtle said awkwardly. As she turned around to leave an old shaky voice could be heard.
"What are you two doing out here? You should be in your dorms...go...get out of here!" He said, his voice shaky and raspy. Myrtle glanced at the old man who limped slightly in the hall way, he looked even unhealthyer- and unpleasenter than ever.
"Sorry, Professor Binns!" Myrtle said quickly, and with that Tom and Myrtle left, each going seperate way.
Myrtle quickly approached the old portrait of a knight that blocked the doorway to the Ravenclaw common room. "Password?" Asked a deep voice of the night. Myrtle cursed to herself quitely, she was never told the password. The knight looked down at Myrtle questioningly.
"Er..." Mytle mumbled. "I-i'm not quite sure." She slowly raised a hand to the portrait, and knocked softly.
"Hey?! Hey! What do you think your doing?!" The knight yelled as she tapped the portrait. Myrtle sighed slightly as no one answered, ignoring the portrait. Myrtle mumbled slightly and slid against the wall. She sat there, head in her hands until someone showed up. The girl spoke in her cold voice.
"Well, well well...look who's locked out of her common room." Myrtle glanced up at the girl who had arrived. Olive Hornby, the girl that she hated so much. She was a short stubby girl, with blonde hair that looked as if he hadnt brushed it- in years. Ever since the time Myrtle was about to aboard the Hogwarts Express, she called her 'Moaning Myrtle' just because she cried. she was sad about leaving her house...what else did he expect?
"Not now Olive." Myrtle mumbled through gritted teeth. "What are you doing here anyway? You common room's in the dungeons." She added, dully.
"I really don't think that's any of your buisnnes Moaning Myrtle...now is it?" She replied, emphasizing Moaning Myrtle.
"You know that's getting really old right...it doesnt effect me anymore."
"Yeah...sure. So, rumor has it that you managed to get a date...was he a blind man?"
"Actually no, his eyes site was just fine...in fact...he was a Slytherin." Myrtle said, a hint of amusment in her face. The smirk on Olive's face quickly faded. She was just about to say something when the door swug open.
"Myrtle what are you doing out here?" Asked a familiar voice. Myrtle looked up, relieved to see that she was here. Ali quickly noticed Olive. "Oh, you aren't lost are you? Isnt your common room downstairs? What on earth are you doing here?" she asked, folding her arms slowly.
"Geeze, do all Ravenclaws have overly large noses? Why don't you mind your own buisness?"
"Why don't I-"
"Ok...I think it's time to go in..i'm sure a proffesor will be soming soon." Myrtle said jumping up. "Come on Ali." She said, Ali's arm slightly. The girls entered the common room, leaving Olive out there.
"Oh by the way the password is follyworm" Ali said, glancing around the common room.
"Oh, ok." Myrtle said looking into the fire. "You know...you look really pale today. Whats wrong?"
"Will you stop being so worried all the time? There's nothing wrong with me alright." Ali said shaking her head.
"Not worry about you? Your getting even more pale everyday, you have these horrible cough attacks, and your sick all the time...and-" Myrtle paused. "Your loosing weight too. What is wrong with you?!" Myrtle said her voice louder than she wanted.
"Just stay out of my buisness! Why are you constantly worrying?
"Oh wow...I wonder." Myrtle said sarcastically. "You know what? forget it." Myrtle said, storming out of the common room. "
Come on get back here!" Ali yelled, as the door slammed shut.
The next day classes began, and Ali and Myrtle still were not talking. There first class was with Professor Binn's the History of Magic professor. The class started off like normal, a long lecture about- something everyone would forget in five minutes. "Ok, everyone read chapter one and write a 3000 word essay on it today, and finish it for homework." He said in a dull voice. A chorus of groans filled the room. "I could make it due today." Everyone quickly began writing. There were only five minutes left until class when everyone began packing up there things.
"Finally." Myrtle mumbled, as she stuffed her book in her bag. Glancing up, she noticed Professor Binns raise his hand to his heart, as he started struggling. A few other student must have noticed because wispers quickly filled the room. "Professor?" Myrtle said softly. She slowly approached him. "Professor are you alright?" Professor Binns looked up his blurry blue eyes glazed over. Myrtle jumped back as he fell down to the ground with a loud thump. "Someone get a professor!" She yelled. She glanced around to see no one was volonteering. "Now!" Myrtle yelled, as she kneeled down towards the Professor. She looked over to the door and watched a Gryffindor boy, Auther Weasley ran out to get a professor. She wrinkled her nose slightly as she reached towards the professor to turn him on his back. "He's to heavy." She wispered.
"Need help?" Someone asked. It was Ali. Myrtle smiled slightly. Relieved that she was talking to Myrtle again. "Yeah...he's heavy for an old man. Ok, on three...one....two...three." The girls turned him on his back, struggling slightly. Myrtle gasps slightly as she looks down at her Professor, his eyes still partly opened. "Is he- dead?" Ali said backing away slowly. Just as she said that Professor Dippet, and the Transfiguration professor Dumbledore walked in.
"Out of the way!" Dippet yelled. Myrtle and Ali both scooted away, watching the Professors. Dippet looked down at Binns his face going white. "Everyone please get out of this classroom." He said, his voice slightly shakey. Myrtle slowly got up to leave, when a blinding light filled the room. Myrtle glanced over at the dead body, her jaw dropping open. A silvery figure was emerging from Professor Binn's body. She glanced over at Ali who had turned a ghost white, Ali knew what was happening...the same thing had happened to her Mother so many years ago. Ali continued watching her eyes wide, as memories flooded into her head. Myrtle watched Ali, slightly confused.
"What's happening?" She wispered.
"He's- He's becoming." Ali paused. "He's becoming a ghost." She said, not removing her eyes from the silvery figure.