Quote of the chapter: I'm not a retard I just wear glasses (Siblings)

In The Memory Of…

Moping and Moaning

With Myrtle

While living Myrtle had spent a lot of time in the second floor girls bathroom, which was why she decided to haunt it post mortem. She wasn't there doing what most girls do in the bathroom, fixing their hair, or doing touch ups on their makeup. Myrtle usually was hiding, although after all those years it wasn't a very good hiding spot. Her various tormenters usually found her rather quickly, if they didn't it was just because they hadn't bothered to look.

See Myrtle was what you could call the school pariah. She didn't have very many "friends". The people that she could call her friends were mostly just people that wanted to her to do their homework for them. It wasn't that she was a genius or anything, but people assumed that she was good at homework because she wore glasses. It was a misconception that she hadn't corrected as she liked the company, and was very willing to get a bad grade on other peoples assignments to get it.

She was neither extremely ugly nor tremendously good-looking, she just was. She was a very plain girl with a rather unflattering hairstyle and unflattering glasses. She was muggleborn and had a somewhat agitating voice. She wasn't extraordinarily knowledgeable, nor was she a very eloquent conversationalist. Myrtle often developed a noticeable stutter and a slight lisp when she was surprised, confused, or nervous… which was quite often really.

Her life was neither meaningful nor was it insignificant. She never really hoped to accomplish much, although she was the first murder of one Tom Riddle Jr (when he was still calling himself that).

She didn't accomplish much, and the only reason people still remember her is because she is the infamous Moaning Myrtle, the ghost of the girls toilet. It really wasn't the legacy that she ( or her family) had foreseen, but really, what else could she have been known for. If you really think about it, and let it float inside your head, it's quite obvious really. It's fitting that she go down in history as the girl that died coming out of a bathroom stall, think of Elvis while you grasp at this thought. He died on the toilet of a heart attack, Myrtles death was so much more intresting then that, and she hadn't even had a successful music career. Plus, being killed by Slytherin's monster is a very good conversational piece… don't you think.

And that is the memorial to the one the only MOANING MYRTLE.

I like the name Myrtle… there are not enough people named Myrtle these days. It was my gramma's name, but she has passed so it is just a mere memory.