A/N – Sorry it took so long to post (ducks flying tomatoes thrown by Jen) well, here it is… sorry it's so short, the next chappie should be coming soon.
Disclaimer – Lets see a show of hands…. If you think I came up this fabulous idea raise your hand……… I see no one has their hand raised….. Well, you're right, I didn't come up with it….J.K. Rowling did!!!!
It was late Sunday night, all the students had gone to bed hours ago and the Prefects were becoming lazy in their nightly rounds because of fatigue. Luna easily crept by them with none the wiser and entered Myrtle's bathroom expecting to have another friendly conversation with Myrtle, but instead, she found a very distraught Myrtle attempting to tear up the bathroom and crying all the harder when her hands went right through what she was trying to pick up.
Luna quickly ran over to her and attempted to comfort her. " Myrtle, Myrtle, what's wrong?" She yelled over Myrtles wails of despair.
Myrtle wailed on, not noticing Luna's presence.
"Myrtle!" Luna practically shouted at her, trying to get her attention.
"GO AWAY" Myrtle shouted, not looking to see who it was
"Myrtle, it's me, Luna"
"oh" Myrtle stopped crying and looked up from her hands.
"What's wrong Myrtle?" Luna asked patiently
"well, this first year girl comes in and when she sees me she says 'oh look, its Myrtle. Hey moaning Myrtle, moaning maoping Myrtle, guess what…. I'm alive! See' she swiped her had into a sink, hitting it with a clang,and then started laughing even harder at me. Then she said 'hey Myrtle, bet you can't do this' and picks up her bag and walk's off." Myrtle then bursts out into tears once again and yells "I HATE BEING DEAD! I WISH I WAS ALIVE. It would be so much better if I were alive. Being alive is so much better than being dead." With that she crossed her arms and started to sulk.
"Oh Myrtle" Luna said, shaking her head "Being dead is just as good as being alive."
"NO IT'S NOT!" Myrtle half shouted half sobbed back "it is so much better to be alive."
"Why?" asked Luna "I think it would be better to be dead. So, explain your reasoning. Hehe, my dad and I used to do this a lot. We would have different opinions then we would have a formalized debate. It's lot of fun!" Luna ranted on, temporarily forgetting Myrtle's crisis. "Let's try it! Ok Myrtle, you go first. Tell me why it is better being alive than dead." And at that Luna sat down on the edge of a wet toilet bowl and made every appearance she was listening, which she was.
"Well," Luna started, surprised at the easy solution which didn't begin with a shouting match. "Its Much better being alive because you can touch things, feel things. You can breath, eat, have definite emotions" after that she quickly warmed up to her topic. "When you are dead you can't do all those things. You don't have the experiences with your friends, you have no one and nothing. You can't own anything, and if you could, you wouldn't be able to enjoy it because you can't feel it! You just are, floating forever in mist. You try to escape but you are surrounded. When you are alive you have options, choices. You have power, you have life" with that she ended, looking wistfully off into space, almost forgetting Luna was still there.
Luna let her lose herself in thought for a moment before starting her counter argument.
"Well, I think it would be cool to be dead, get to float through walls, visit other dead people. You could also see all sorts of things you couldn't if you were alive!" Luna was talking fast, a sure sign that she was oblivious to the fact Myrtle was staring at her with an expression that screamed 'SO WHAT'.
"You could travel around, go into locked places, prove people wrong… you could play pranks on people, you could get an answer to any question, you could spend your days doing anything you want to do, not going to classes." Luna was about to continue when Myrtle started crying exasperatedly. "what now?" Luna said, a little annoyed that she had been interrupted but at the same time sad because she had made Myrtle cry again.
"I've Done those things already, I am board of those things, I want to be alive again!"
After that there was no consoling Myrtle, she just wouldn't listen. Luna stayed for half an hour before deciding to leave, realizing there was nothing left she could do. "bye Myrtle" she said, even though she knew Myrtle wouldn't hear.
Luna easily made her way back to her dorm room and into her bed without waking anyone. 'Well' she thought to herself, 'if I can sneak up on a sleeping Fire Crab I can definitely get back to my dorm without waking up a bunch of girls'
Luna was about to get into her bed when she realized she was wide-awake. Awake enough that she knew she would definitely not get to sleep any time soon so as she looked around for something to do that wouldn't wake anyone, she spotted the light pouring in from the window three beds away. "ahhhhhh" she mused to herself, "the moon" she quickly crept over to the window and agilely (more so than any would have thought her possible) slinked onto the roof. She moved a little ways from the window before settling herself on a ledge somewhat close to the edge. It was there she spent her night, thinking about what she had said to Myrtle and what Myrtle had said to her.
"Hmmmm, she though" right before she drifted off to sleep "I wonder what Myrtle thinks of the moon?"
A/N – please review…. I need to know what I am doing wrong, and I'm sure there's lots of stuff.