Chapter 3- Olive's Big Mistake

I wasn't the only person to make fun of the little whining brat. I mean, it wasn't as if there was a lack of things to make fun of. Ridiculous glasses… always crying… teacher's pet. I was probably one of the nicer ones. At least I didn't have a problem saying it to her face. Of course when I did she'd go and cry to a teacher. "Professor Binns! Olive said I was a stick!"

What a baby… and here I am, stuck with her! Every time I go to the loo, she comes up through the piping and gets me wet! It's disgusting. I tried to talk to Professor Grenty—my head of house-- about getting Dippit to chuck her, but he said that all ghosts that are there are welcome at the school. Fiddle-cock! Is it fair to be to be sprayed with soap as I'm trying to wash up before dinner? Or to have her egging Peeves into chucking things at my head during dinner?

Myrtle was always jealous of me. I was always popular with the girls our age and she didn't like that. It's not my fault I'm well-liked, and I don't think it fair that she punish me for such. Brat.

She ruined my chances with Henry Huckleby in my sixth year. Isn't that a dashing name? Henry… it just rolls off your tongue. He was a year older than me. I had waited for quite some time for Henry to ask me out. Finally he did… after a bit of persuasion from my friend Emily.

He took me to Hogsmeade, through the shops, up to the Shrieking Shack and up into the hills. He even kissed me. Oh, it was so romantic. The most romantic moments of my young life, in fact! We had spent the entire day in one another's company. He held my hand as we walked back towards the school. Instead of going up to the castle, though, Henry lead me towards the shinning surface of the lake, where the moon lit up the night perfectly. It was magical, even by Hogwarts standards. Oh I wish it had never ended!

Then Mopping Moaning Myrtle came along and ruined everything. As we started dipping our toes into the water, our shoes romantically placed next to each other near the tree where we had kissed once again, Myrtle startled Henry by coming out of the water. He bumped into me and we both ended up in the lake. "Oops," she had said with her ridiculous giggle. I told her to shove off… that she should really take off the telescopes, and that's when she started crying.

She wouldn't stop, of course, and put a large damper on our evening. She followed us around the grounds until Henry finally had enough and turned to kiss me goodbye. Just as he was leaning in, Myrtle got between us and he ended up pulling back at her icy touch. He left without another word, wiping at his lips.

"See… even when you're dead, you disgust the boys," I bit at her.

Of course she started wailing about how she knew what kind of things I said behind her back. I don't know what she was talking about, since I always tell her exactly what I think. She followed me all the way to my room, laughing as I expressed my deepest sadness for how my date had ended. "Get out of here, four eyes! Don't you have a professor to show off to?" I shouted at her.

Still, Myrtle didn't leave. That night, she stayed in our room, crying and moaning and keeping my dorm mates and I up all night.

The next day, Henry wouldn't even talk to me. He avoided me even when I went up to him at lunch. Worse, still, Myrtle continued to follow me around, making me spill my ink in classes and embarrassing me in front of my friends.

That night, as she continued on, my friends made me leave the dormitory. I had to try and sleep on the common room couch, with Moaning Myrtle still sobbing about how mean I was to her! I tried to tell her to shut her trap, but this only made her cry with more volume than before. Oh for the love of Merlin! I wished so badly that I could box her ears, but she was immune to this, being a ghost.

I went to Grenty again, but he once more said that he could do nothing. He suggest earplugs, the stupid git. After two weeks of this behavior he finally talked to Myrtle, but only because others were starting to complain—after I got earplugs, Myrtle's yowls of self pity grew louder and she was disturbing too many people's sleep. After she stopped the wailing, she turned to touching me while I was sleeping… startling me with her icy fingertips.

I was glad to go home that summer, the feeling dampened the fact that I would have to return for another year of the torment.

Of course, Myrtle picked right back up when I got to school, with only a little less enthusiasm. It is the curse of the popular to be treated in such a fashion, just because they are well liked by those around them. It was never my fault that Myrtle couldn't make friends, and I wish she wouldn't take it out on me because she was socially inept, but some people are just so unreasonable.

When I left Hogwarts, she tried to follow me… go into my home. My parents finally took me to the Ministry of Magic to have a ghost removal order made. Still, I won't ever go back to Hogwarts. My kids will have to go somewhere else. Hopefully they won't be persecuted as I was through school.

A/N: hehehe what a brat! I had fun writing that. It was a random thought that came to me, having Olive Hornby have a resentment chapter. After all, Moaning Myrtle did mention haunting Olive for revenge. Oh so fun! Please review if you enjoy reading it as much as I do writing!

Thank you:

Aracalien: Thank you! I'm very flattered to think you're in the opinion of me having talent! This is one that I don't do unless it's going to just come… that way it doesn't sound forced, and I don't take suggestions because then it's often clichéd. Luckily, Rowling has a volume of many people who are just waiting to be discovered in this way.

CountessMel: Thanks a ton! I would imagine any fully Muggle family would have this doubt when the letter first arrived. I mean, Harry's aunt and uncle hid it, but they knew well enough what was going on… so we've never seen into what first year Muggleborns have to go through to get everything they need and whatnot.

Katkit: I know… I kind of feel bad, because I only go home once every 6 months, and I think my mom doesn't like that fact too much. Of course, we know Hermione's quite busy with everything, but it certainly has to be hard for her parents.

Pedagogie: Why thank you! I have fun getting into the mindsets… except with Peter, because that mindset just creeped me out!

Serenity Meowth: I agree… poor Mrs. Granger indeed… I wonder what her first name is…