The TOTALLY Backwards Day in Hogwarts RETURNS!!
Chapter Six: The Rest of Afternoon Break
There was still quite a while left for lunch and afternoon break. Harry just remembered that he forgot to ask Neville if the position of Beater was OK for him for Quidditch. He was looking for Neville when he saw on the grounds a fair-sized group of girls crowded around something. Harry couldn't see.
OK, he thought, if I were Neville and I had turned opposite, where would I be? Well.. Probably somewhere with a group of girls around me, right? Right. So he went toward the group of girls and poked his head in.
"Neville?" he called.
"...So after I dump her, right, she tries to put this curse on me, but I block it with a hex shield and it bounces right off of the shield! And she storms out going, 'I hope you get a failing grade'"!
The girls laugh.
"Neville?" Harry called. "Hello?!"
"Oh, hey, Harry!" Neville said. The girls follow his lead and greet Harry.
"Hey, Harry!"
"Hi, Harry!"
"I just wanted to say that, about the Quidditch tryout--"
"Did I get in?" Neville interrupted.
"Well, yes, but--"
"Didn't I say I'd get in, girls?" Neville asked the group of girls surrounding him and Harry. The girls started congratulating Neville.
"Way to go, Neville!"
"We'll win that cup this year!"
"Congratulations!"
"Neville!" Harry said impatiently.
"What?" Neville asked.
"Is Beater OK with you?"
"Yeah, sure fine, whatever."
Harry left. This was ridiculous! He couldn't believe it had happened again-- that everyone had gone backwards. On his way back into the castle, he passed Hermione in a tree having a conversation with a catterpillar. Hermione seemed taken aback that her questions weren't getting replies.
Harry wondered who he could visit who might be sane. The only person he could think of was Moaning Myrtle. So, he went down to her bathroom. It was the same as last time. Except the author is so freaking lazy she will copy and paste what she wrote in the last story.
The Out-of-Order sign was still there, but when he opened the door, he wasn't quite sure that this wasn't a working bathroom like it was supposed to be. The tiles on the floor were light pink, the sinks a striking while marble and faucets of silver. The mirrors on the walls were very large with thick frames of rose quartz. The stalls were composed of a light pink porcelain and the locks were pure stainless steel of a silvery color. The walls, a swirly pink-colored stucco form. The ceiling matched the floor. Everything was so clean you could see one's face off of it.
Except, the room's noises were so different. Ah, yes. It was silence. No one was crying.
"Hello?" Harry asked quietly into the silence, feeling if he spoke too loudly he would disturb the peace in the bathroom.
"Yes? Is that you, Harry?" came a voice from inside the last stall.
"Yes..."
The stall door opened and Moaning Myrtle stepped out, pretty much the same as last time. Her ghostly figure hovered a few inches above the floor. She didn't look like the Moaning Myrtle Harry used to know. She had gotten a lot taller and had long hair that floated with her. She was not ugly like the old Myrtle. But the reader probably cares more about her changes in personality (unless the reader is a teenage boy).
"How did you remember me just by voice?" Harry asked.
"I don't know. I guess I just remember, even though we haven't spoken for a long time."
"Oh." Harry could see that Myrtle was a lot smarter too.
"And I now go by Marvelous Myrtle, if that's all right," she said.
"Marvelous Myrtle," Harry said dreamily. He snapped out of it. "I had the worst day so far," he said, practically swooning into her arms but luckily stopping himself.
"I'm so very sorry," she said. "What's happened?"
Harry knew she would think he was crazy if he told her that everything had turned upside down and that she was supposed to be an ugly self-centered little nightmare. So he made something up.
"Uh.. I have.. a bad hair day."
"Aww," Marvelous Myrtle said, running her fingers through his wild hair. Her fingers were ice-cold. Harry didn't care. "I like your hair."
Harry, trying to act, sniffled and managed a weak smile. "Well, I'd better be going."
"Thank you for coming, Harry," Marvelous Myrtle said. "Please come to visit my bathroom anytime you'd like."
Harry remembers the old Myrtle telling him this and him seriously not wanting to. "I sure will, thanks Myrtle!"
At that, he made his way toward the door, but turned around once more to wave. She blew him a kiss and he blushed and went to his next class-- Herbology.
*****
Yay! Chapter 7 Soon!
Chapter Six: The Rest of Afternoon Break
There was still quite a while left for lunch and afternoon break. Harry just remembered that he forgot to ask Neville if the position of Beater was OK for him for Quidditch. He was looking for Neville when he saw on the grounds a fair-sized group of girls crowded around something. Harry couldn't see.
OK, he thought, if I were Neville and I had turned opposite, where would I be? Well.. Probably somewhere with a group of girls around me, right? Right. So he went toward the group of girls and poked his head in.
"Neville?" he called.
"...So after I dump her, right, she tries to put this curse on me, but I block it with a hex shield and it bounces right off of the shield! And she storms out going, 'I hope you get a failing grade'"!
The girls laugh.
"Neville?" Harry called. "Hello?!"
"Oh, hey, Harry!" Neville said. The girls follow his lead and greet Harry.
"Hey, Harry!"
"Hi, Harry!"
"I just wanted to say that, about the Quidditch tryout--"
"Did I get in?" Neville interrupted.
"Well, yes, but--"
"Didn't I say I'd get in, girls?" Neville asked the group of girls surrounding him and Harry. The girls started congratulating Neville.
"Way to go, Neville!"
"We'll win that cup this year!"
"Congratulations!"
"Neville!" Harry said impatiently.
"What?" Neville asked.
"Is Beater OK with you?"
"Yeah, sure fine, whatever."
Harry left. This was ridiculous! He couldn't believe it had happened again-- that everyone had gone backwards. On his way back into the castle, he passed Hermione in a tree having a conversation with a catterpillar. Hermione seemed taken aback that her questions weren't getting replies.
Harry wondered who he could visit who might be sane. The only person he could think of was Moaning Myrtle. So, he went down to her bathroom. It was the same as last time. Except the author is so freaking lazy she will copy and paste what she wrote in the last story.
The Out-of-Order sign was still there, but when he opened the door, he wasn't quite sure that this wasn't a working bathroom like it was supposed to be. The tiles on the floor were light pink, the sinks a striking while marble and faucets of silver. The mirrors on the walls were very large with thick frames of rose quartz. The stalls were composed of a light pink porcelain and the locks were pure stainless steel of a silvery color. The walls, a swirly pink-colored stucco form. The ceiling matched the floor. Everything was so clean you could see one's face off of it.
Except, the room's noises were so different. Ah, yes. It was silence. No one was crying.
"Hello?" Harry asked quietly into the silence, feeling if he spoke too loudly he would disturb the peace in the bathroom.
"Yes? Is that you, Harry?" came a voice from inside the last stall.
"Yes..."
The stall door opened and Moaning Myrtle stepped out, pretty much the same as last time. Her ghostly figure hovered a few inches above the floor. She didn't look like the Moaning Myrtle Harry used to know. She had gotten a lot taller and had long hair that floated with her. She was not ugly like the old Myrtle. But the reader probably cares more about her changes in personality (unless the reader is a teenage boy).
"How did you remember me just by voice?" Harry asked.
"I don't know. I guess I just remember, even though we haven't spoken for a long time."
"Oh." Harry could see that Myrtle was a lot smarter too.
"And I now go by Marvelous Myrtle, if that's all right," she said.
"Marvelous Myrtle," Harry said dreamily. He snapped out of it. "I had the worst day so far," he said, practically swooning into her arms but luckily stopping himself.
"I'm so very sorry," she said. "What's happened?"
Harry knew she would think he was crazy if he told her that everything had turned upside down and that she was supposed to be an ugly self-centered little nightmare. So he made something up.
"Uh.. I have.. a bad hair day."
"Aww," Marvelous Myrtle said, running her fingers through his wild hair. Her fingers were ice-cold. Harry didn't care. "I like your hair."
Harry, trying to act, sniffled and managed a weak smile. "Well, I'd better be going."
"Thank you for coming, Harry," Marvelous Myrtle said. "Please come to visit my bathroom anytime you'd like."
Harry remembers the old Myrtle telling him this and him seriously not wanting to. "I sure will, thanks Myrtle!"
At that, he made his way toward the door, but turned around once more to wave. She blew him a kiss and he blushed and went to his next class-- Herbology.
*****
Yay! Chapter 7 Soon!