DISCLAIMER: As much as I want to, I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N 6-13: Yes, yes, I know... I haven't updated forever. I'm terribly sorry, but Anna took the folder on her trip to New York or wherever she went. Erm, as for reviews, I don't know if I have any or if I've answered them in my other stories... shrugs Ah well. On with the story! Holy crap! I've got twenty pages to type! This is going to take a while...
Chapter 10: Eye of the Beholder
(Anna)
Moaning Myrtle had never been happier in her miserable life (or death). She whistled around the bathroom, fixing her hair as best a ghost can, and day dreaming about her tall, strong, redheaded knight-in-shining- armor. Fred Weasley... Fred Weasley... the nicest boy she'd ever met, and he'd asked her out! Maybe she was wrong thinking no one cared... maybe-just maybe...
When the last bell of the day rang, she floated up, up, up to the Gryffindor common room. One good thing about being dead- walls can't block ghosts.
There were no Gryffindors there- they were all limited by their physical forms and it would take a while to get back. Oh, well, she had waited almost fifty years for her prince charming- she could wait ten more minutes.
Then she heard a soft thump from upstairs- in the boys' dormitory. That was where her beloved slept. She decided to check it out. She floated straight up, ignoring the spiral staircase, and arrived in the boys' dormitory through the wood floor. Imagine her surprise when she discovered that Fred Weasley had got there before her! He must have, or else why would be there, bouncing a ball off the wall and looking very bored. "Padfoot? That you?" he asked.
"No, sweetie, it's Myrtle!" she said with a musical lilt.
"Who?"
"Oh, you're so funny, Fred, baby, you know who I am!" she giggled.
"No, sorry, I've never met a Myrtle. I don't think-"
"It's not funny anymore, cutie-pie."
"What's not funny?"
"Fred, really..."
"How do you know my name?"
"You told me!"
"When?"
"This morning! You asked me out!"
"No I didn't-"
"Oh, I get it now, Fred, baby, a funny little joke on Myrtle. I suppose all your friends will get a good laugh- but I'm not staying! I'm not giving you the satisfaction! Goodbye!" and with that, she dived into the floor, wailing all the way back to her toilet.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to offend you-"Fred called to empty air. He let out a breath of frustration and leaned back against the headboard. Listening hard in the quiet, he heard a muffled sound, like someone was calling. HE wandered down into the common room. He could hear it much better here.
"Fred! Fred... Let me in, Fred!" called the muffled voice. It was coming from the portrait hole. He peeked out slowly. Hermione was standing outside the portrait hole. "About time!"
"Figured out they're idiots, have you? Good, we need all the smart people we can have in Troublemakers, Inc. and you could have a sleeping bag in the girls' dormitory. I don't think Lily would mind-"
"Fred, that's not why I'm here."
"Well, then, why are you?"
"Can I come in?"
"Sure," Hermione sat on one of the squashy chairs by the fire before telling.
"Well, I really have two things, but I'd better talk about George's prank first-"
"What, am I going to slip on a banana? Oh, the horror!"
"He's going to send a ghost called Moaning Myrtle. He's asked her out and told her he's you, and whatever you do, be nice to her, because-"
"Fat lot of good being nice did me. She just goes off crying her eyes out-"
"Oh, dear, the poor thing, she's quite sensitive, you know..."
There was a silence. "So, what's the other thing?"
"Well, I was just thinking, it's stupid just to keep getting back at each other, and you and George are the best of friends-"
"What, me and that git? No way!"
"Oh, Fred, stop denying it. I know you two miss each other-"
"Did George send you?"
"Well, no, but-"
"Then I don't want any part of this. You can tell George from me that if he wants to be friends, he can get down here himself and apologize"
"I most certainly will not! Don't you think this has gone on long enough? Why don't you and George just get together and-"
"He's got to apologize first!"
"You both need to apologize!"
"What've I done?!"
"Hm... let's think. A cruel prank at Halloween-"
"For fun!"
"SAYING RON'S STUPID, RUNNING OUT ON US, BUT DO YOU CARE? NO, YOU NEVER CARED ABOUT OTHERS' FEELINGS. I SUPPOSE YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY YOU HURT YOUR BROTHERS' FEELINGS AND I'M JUST SICK OF IT, DO YOU HEAR, SICK! AND I-"
"Yes, yes, we do hear- Ow, Hermione, we're not deaf, y'know..." James had sauntered in.
"Hmph!" Hermione flounced off, nose in the air.
"Yeesh, bro, what's with that chick?"
"Shut up! And don't call me that! Only Charlie and Bill and Percy and Ron and George can-"he waved a hand in frustration and ran off, out the portrait hole, off towards who-knows-where. He didn't care. He stopped running. He didn't care. That's what Hermione said. That he didn't care about others' feelings. Well, he'd show h ere- he'd go say sorry to Myrtle, then George- no, not George. George hated him, and so did Ron, and Hermione and Harry too, now, judging from Hermione's yelling and Harry's coldness after he'd made fun of Ron...
He heard the wailing far down the corridor from Myrtle's bathroom. He knew where it was from the Marauder's Map. He'd always wondered why the dot labeled Myrtle Ophelia was always in the girl's bathroom, and know he knew- she must haunt it.
Ignoring the Out of Order sign, he slipped through the door. He quickly found the stall where the wailing seemed the loudest. Opening it, he knelt beside the toilet and called, "Myrtle- Myrtle- won't you come out?"
He heard sobbing from below. "W-why?! C-come to have a good gloat? WAAAAH!!"
"No, no, Myrtle, I've come to explain- and apologize."
At this Myrtle slowly rose, peeking out of the toilet-bowl. "Oh, it's you," she said contemptuously.
"Yeah- listen, Myrtle, Just- hear me out, okay?" he took a deep breath. "I didn't recognize you earlier because- because I've never seen you before in my life!"
"Y-yes you have, you liar, you asked me out this morning!"
"No- no I didn't. That was my brother, George."
"And he just happens to look ex-actly like you!?"
"Well- yes, we're identical twins."
'Y'mean like Jill and Jane?"
"I don't know them."
"They were identical twins. They'd always switch around in their classes so they could do their favorites twice."
"Oh. Well, my twin, George, was playing a trick on me, so he asked you out, making you think I was him."
"That was mean!"
"Yeah, but he wasn't after you he was just-"hang on a second. Why am I defending him?
"It was mean to you too. It sounds like some of the cruel tricks my classmates played on me. Your brother must be horrible!"
"Yeah- yeah," said Fred, unsure he believed it. His earlier rage was gone. He didn't hate George now. "Hey, listen, Myrtle, I've gotta go, but if there's any way I can make this up to you- anything at all..."
"Sure, I'll tell you- cutie pie!" she giggled, diving back down into the toilet.
Well- at least that went well, Fred thought.
(Whitney)
He ducked back out of Myrtle's bathroom and headed toward the Room of Requirement. He suddenly stopped. What was he going to say?
(Yeesh, that was short... anyways, Anna!)
Nothing, he decided. Nothing and no one was going to make him come to George...
Hehe, I decided to use the pretty little line now. No more messing with stars and those curvy things... That's it! giggles I don't remember if I had any reviews, so I'll just say I didn't. That always works...
A/N 6-13: Yes, yes, I know... I haven't updated forever. I'm terribly sorry, but Anna took the folder on her trip to New York or wherever she went. Erm, as for reviews, I don't know if I have any or if I've answered them in my other stories... shrugs Ah well. On with the story! Holy crap! I've got twenty pages to type! This is going to take a while...
Chapter 10: Eye of the Beholder
(Anna)
Moaning Myrtle had never been happier in her miserable life (or death). She whistled around the bathroom, fixing her hair as best a ghost can, and day dreaming about her tall, strong, redheaded knight-in-shining- armor. Fred Weasley... Fred Weasley... the nicest boy she'd ever met, and he'd asked her out! Maybe she was wrong thinking no one cared... maybe-just maybe...
When the last bell of the day rang, she floated up, up, up to the Gryffindor common room. One good thing about being dead- walls can't block ghosts.
There were no Gryffindors there- they were all limited by their physical forms and it would take a while to get back. Oh, well, she had waited almost fifty years for her prince charming- she could wait ten more minutes.
Then she heard a soft thump from upstairs- in the boys' dormitory. That was where her beloved slept. She decided to check it out. She floated straight up, ignoring the spiral staircase, and arrived in the boys' dormitory through the wood floor. Imagine her surprise when she discovered that Fred Weasley had got there before her! He must have, or else why would be there, bouncing a ball off the wall and looking very bored. "Padfoot? That you?" he asked.
"No, sweetie, it's Myrtle!" she said with a musical lilt.
"Who?"
"Oh, you're so funny, Fred, baby, you know who I am!" she giggled.
"No, sorry, I've never met a Myrtle. I don't think-"
"It's not funny anymore, cutie-pie."
"What's not funny?"
"Fred, really..."
"How do you know my name?"
"You told me!"
"When?"
"This morning! You asked me out!"
"No I didn't-"
"Oh, I get it now, Fred, baby, a funny little joke on Myrtle. I suppose all your friends will get a good laugh- but I'm not staying! I'm not giving you the satisfaction! Goodbye!" and with that, she dived into the floor, wailing all the way back to her toilet.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to offend you-"Fred called to empty air. He let out a breath of frustration and leaned back against the headboard. Listening hard in the quiet, he heard a muffled sound, like someone was calling. HE wandered down into the common room. He could hear it much better here.
"Fred! Fred... Let me in, Fred!" called the muffled voice. It was coming from the portrait hole. He peeked out slowly. Hermione was standing outside the portrait hole. "About time!"
"Figured out they're idiots, have you? Good, we need all the smart people we can have in Troublemakers, Inc. and you could have a sleeping bag in the girls' dormitory. I don't think Lily would mind-"
"Fred, that's not why I'm here."
"Well, then, why are you?"
"Can I come in?"
"Sure," Hermione sat on one of the squashy chairs by the fire before telling.
"Well, I really have two things, but I'd better talk about George's prank first-"
"What, am I going to slip on a banana? Oh, the horror!"
"He's going to send a ghost called Moaning Myrtle. He's asked her out and told her he's you, and whatever you do, be nice to her, because-"
"Fat lot of good being nice did me. She just goes off crying her eyes out-"
"Oh, dear, the poor thing, she's quite sensitive, you know..."
There was a silence. "So, what's the other thing?"
"Well, I was just thinking, it's stupid just to keep getting back at each other, and you and George are the best of friends-"
"What, me and that git? No way!"
"Oh, Fred, stop denying it. I know you two miss each other-"
"Did George send you?"
"Well, no, but-"
"Then I don't want any part of this. You can tell George from me that if he wants to be friends, he can get down here himself and apologize"
"I most certainly will not! Don't you think this has gone on long enough? Why don't you and George just get together and-"
"He's got to apologize first!"
"You both need to apologize!"
"What've I done?!"
"Hm... let's think. A cruel prank at Halloween-"
"For fun!"
"SAYING RON'S STUPID, RUNNING OUT ON US, BUT DO YOU CARE? NO, YOU NEVER CARED ABOUT OTHERS' FEELINGS. I SUPPOSE YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY YOU HURT YOUR BROTHERS' FEELINGS AND I'M JUST SICK OF IT, DO YOU HEAR, SICK! AND I-"
"Yes, yes, we do hear- Ow, Hermione, we're not deaf, y'know..." James had sauntered in.
"Hmph!" Hermione flounced off, nose in the air.
"Yeesh, bro, what's with that chick?"
"Shut up! And don't call me that! Only Charlie and Bill and Percy and Ron and George can-"he waved a hand in frustration and ran off, out the portrait hole, off towards who-knows-where. He didn't care. He stopped running. He didn't care. That's what Hermione said. That he didn't care about others' feelings. Well, he'd show h ere- he'd go say sorry to Myrtle, then George- no, not George. George hated him, and so did Ron, and Hermione and Harry too, now, judging from Hermione's yelling and Harry's coldness after he'd made fun of Ron...
He heard the wailing far down the corridor from Myrtle's bathroom. He knew where it was from the Marauder's Map. He'd always wondered why the dot labeled Myrtle Ophelia was always in the girl's bathroom, and know he knew- she must haunt it.
Ignoring the Out of Order sign, he slipped through the door. He quickly found the stall where the wailing seemed the loudest. Opening it, he knelt beside the toilet and called, "Myrtle- Myrtle- won't you come out?"
He heard sobbing from below. "W-why?! C-come to have a good gloat? WAAAAH!!"
"No, no, Myrtle, I've come to explain- and apologize."
At this Myrtle slowly rose, peeking out of the toilet-bowl. "Oh, it's you," she said contemptuously.
"Yeah- listen, Myrtle, Just- hear me out, okay?" he took a deep breath. "I didn't recognize you earlier because- because I've never seen you before in my life!"
"Y-yes you have, you liar, you asked me out this morning!"
"No- no I didn't. That was my brother, George."
"And he just happens to look ex-actly like you!?"
"Well- yes, we're identical twins."
'Y'mean like Jill and Jane?"
"I don't know them."
"They were identical twins. They'd always switch around in their classes so they could do their favorites twice."
"Oh. Well, my twin, George, was playing a trick on me, so he asked you out, making you think I was him."
"That was mean!"
"Yeah, but he wasn't after you he was just-"hang on a second. Why am I defending him?
"It was mean to you too. It sounds like some of the cruel tricks my classmates played on me. Your brother must be horrible!"
"Yeah- yeah," said Fred, unsure he believed it. His earlier rage was gone. He didn't hate George now. "Hey, listen, Myrtle, I've gotta go, but if there's any way I can make this up to you- anything at all..."
"Sure, I'll tell you- cutie pie!" she giggled, diving back down into the toilet.
Well- at least that went well, Fred thought.
(Whitney)
He ducked back out of Myrtle's bathroom and headed toward the Room of Requirement. He suddenly stopped. What was he going to say?
(Yeesh, that was short... anyways, Anna!)
Nothing, he decided. Nothing and no one was going to make him come to George...
Hehe, I decided to use the pretty little line now. No more messing with stars and those curvy things... That's it! giggles I don't remember if I had any reviews, so I'll just say I didn't. That always works...