Dark Magic at Hogwarts
Part of the Story "at Hogwarts" series
-in which characters, problems and motives are introduced and dealt with...or Not
(somewhat connected to Crimson--done by kira who is almost done writing it)
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Harry nor anyother member of his possy is own by me...yet
"I can't believe it! They always do this. Always." Meg was near crying in the girl's washroom with myrtle hovering above her.
"are you sure they weren't just drunk?"
"this isn't first time they've said this. They're always telling me I'm the weaker one, or that I'm the little baby or other stuff like that. I just…I'm not fucking weak."
"you say on the verge of tears," myrtle muttered.
Flopping down on one of the piles of the books, the size of a cow, meg let loose a loud tired gaaaaaaaa. "I mean I'm not that crappy…its just when I do stuff, it usually goes wrong. And that Boggart thing…totally wasn't my fault! Bunnies are cute, so of course when Draco comes up and it changes into one, I'm gonna want to hug it…stupid cuteness…" Myrtle just smiled and nodded in a sympathetic way. "And there's all these books that we have to return somehow without Madam Irma Pince knowing about it. And there's so many of them…why did we just grab every book that we saw."
"good idea at the time I guess."
"And now my back hurts…"
"Why? Did you pull it or something?"
"baaaahahaaahaa no! Something is digging into my back."
"Could it be a book," Myrtle said sarcastically.
"Its pointy and small." She groaned as she moved about, trying to work the book out of her back and into her hand. Looking at it in the dimly lit washroom, she noticed that it was very small and very worn. She stated these observations to myrtle who said in response that this was a girl's washroom and that she was a girl. "What I mean is," meg said getting off her back and moving to face Myrtle. "is that I don't think that this is a library book." She opened its cover to reveal the plain and worn out pages. "it's a journal."