Broken
Myrtle let herself smile, ever so slightly, at Bakura's retreating back; she had been useful to someone, and not just anyone, she had been useful to Bakura, at least, that was what it had seemed like. Closing her eyes in bliss; Myrtle was, therefore, unprepared for what happened next.
A loud clatter of falling books brought Myrtle back to the present to see Quintus standing over a fallen Bakura at the corner of the bookcases; a split second later Bakura was up on his feet again, glaring up at the older boy.
"You ran into me, apologize dirt bag." Quintus growled, too quietly for Myrtle to have heard from her original position at the table; with a start she realized she had already darted forward, and was currently standing a foot behind Bakura, and about to step closer, she pulled her foot back in shock.
"You are the one who walked around that corner, and ran into me." Bakura replied calmly, holding out under Quintus' heavy glare.
"Shall I have to force you?"
Involuntarily Myrtle stepped quickly up behind Bakura. "You should do what he asks; it's not that much, otherwise he'll come up with something much worse." She advised, her eyes flickering up to Quintus and back down to Bakura at her side.
Bakura looked over at Myrtle sharply, and Myrtle sent him the most convincing look she could muster.
"Oh yes, Pryor and I have quite a history." Quintus broke in, his eyes glittering as they flickered between Myrtle and Bakura; obviously considering this as a wonderful opportunity to inflict damage upon his favorite scapegoat.
"You still have not explained why I should apologize." Bakura replied, ignoring Myrtle at the moment.
Quintus seemed to be taken aback at Bakura's obstinance, which was burning away at his short fuse; Myrtle flinched back as he reached from his wand.
"Just do it." She whispered into his ear, cringing behind her companion.
"You should listen to her." Quintus advised as he slowly raised his wand. "I can't have some puny little first year talking back to me like that. Langlock!"
"I will d-" Bakura was stopped mid sentence; Myrtle, who's eyes had been locked on Quintus, turned sharply to look at Bakura who had raised a hand to his mouth, and was poking at his tongue, which seemed to be stuck to the top of his mouth.
"That shut you up nicely; now, what shall be your punishment…" Quintus trailed off, considering the small crowd that had formed around them; Myrtle followed his gaze, having not noticed the others right away she was surprised to find herself, once again, caught in the middle of circle of students.
"That shut the little mutt up nicely,"
"I never liked him."
"Oh sure, I seem to remember you swooning over him for the past two days!"
"Not someone who doesn't know enough to get out of Quintus' way."
"Shouldn't someone be getting a professor?"
"And finish the fun before it starts?"
"Look at the moan cringe."
"Hang him from the top of a bookcase for a while Quintus, that'll teach him!"
"That isn't a bad idea." Quintus agreed as his fingers playing over his wand, impatient to inflict more suffering on his subject. "Wingardium Leviosa." Enunciating the words perfectly, his wand swishing and then flicking, and Bakura began to rise.
Myrtle, reacting far too late, jumped up and missed his foot by a few inches.
"Leave him be girl, you will be next." Quintus commented, his eyes fixed upon Bakura; so, he failed to see the snake until it was too late.
A monstrous snake closed its jaws on Quintus' neck, as an equally huge shadow loomed out of the shadows of a nearby corner to pluck Bakura out of the air; Quintus toppled forward, his breaths coming out in gasping gurgles.
"Someone, get a Professor!" The shrill scream broke the silence that seemed to have paralyzed the crowd for what had felt like an eternity.
Unfazed by the tumult that now surrounded it, the snake man figure reached down and picked up Myrtle, who had still been frozen with shock; slithered away between the stacks, and through the library wall, to an empty corridor beyond. Putting them down again, it disappeared into a shadow.
"What was? What was that?" Myrtle found it very hard to articulate her question, even after several seconds of just standing there, gaping at the spot where the thing had disappeared; she was only answered by a muffled humming. "Bakura?" Turning back to him, she realized his tongue was still stuck to the top of his mouth. "Sorry." She apologized fervently, digging through her robes for her wand. "Finite Incantatem."
"That was Diabound." Bakura replied, his right hand running up and down his jaw.
"Who is?" Myrtle began to ask, but Bakura interrupted her quickly.
"You know, if you always are always so timorous, bullies are always going to walk all over you." Bakura commented, evading her question Myrtle noticed; she wasn't sure how she felt about that, but it was suspicious.
"I don't want him to kill me." Myrtle defended herself.
"As if the teachers would let him." Bakura scoffed. "That bully was nothing."
"And you would have been cooling your heels up in the library rafters if that thing hadn't appeared." Myrtle moped. "It's easy for you, I'm afraid of heights."
"You really need to be tougher, you are so cowardly Myrtle; you wonder why you don't have any friends." Bakura finished scornfully.
"And you're so mean Bakura." Myrtle sniffed, tears welling up; she had thought he was her friend. "I never want to talk to you again." Spinning away, she stumbled away, her head in her hands, sobbing; making a beeline for the nearest girl's lavatory.