I think I'm possessed
"Uhhh, no." Myrtle replied tentatively. "I'm not sure if we ever get taught things like that." She continued; trying to be at least a little helpful. "Why do you ask?"
"Well…" Bakura flipped to the next page; stared for a moment or two at the gruesome diagram of mass sacrifices that spread across the entire double page. "I think I am being possessed by a demon, and while I know how to get rid of it, I need to know its name first."
"That would be a good reason." Myrtle admitted, after a few shocked seconds. That wasn't quite the reason she had been looking for when she began to wonder why he seemed to be acting strange.
"Yeah…" Bakura took a deep breath, and seemed to be waiting for something.
"Are you going to be ok?" Myrtle inquired, lifting her head from his shoulder and looking up at him seriously.
"I think so; he's weak, and can only magnify my negative feelings." Bakura explained, his eyes focusing on her, and then drifting away at the end to watch the fire.
Unsurprisingly, the silence dragged out, and Myrtle found herself staring blankly at a pair of first years, some of the rooms only other occupants; that wouldn't be the case for all that much longer, so if there were any questions to be asked, they had to be asked now.
"How did you become possessed, do you think?"
Bakura seemed to think over his answer carefully. "I don't know; it's from before your people found me." He finally decided on.
"Where was that exactly?"
"Kemet."
"That isn't exactly helpful; where is that?"
"I don't really know."
Well, that part seemed to be truthful; he had blurted it out, and he seemed respectably chagrined not to be able to answer her questions.
"I guess you can't just go ask a professor can you." Myrtle thought it over.
"No." Bakura agreed firmly. "My presence already makes enough people uncomfortable." His voice was hardly above a breath, but sent a prickle up Myrtle's spine anyway.
"As I said, I don't think that they teach us much about demons in Hogwarts." Myrtle looked down at her hands, picking absently at a scab on a knuckle, and then watching the blood slowly ooze out. "You've looked through all the books in the library?"
"Almost," Bakura nodded in accent. "And none of them have mentioned how to name a demon."
"And you're sure you won't go crazy?" Myrtle inquired, her lips pursing slightly, revealing some anxiety; as her eyes fell once more to the graphic depiction in the tome.
"I am." Bakura closed the book, and waited for Myrtle to look up at him. "He has been greatly weakened, and can only manipulate already existing feelings to get me to do his will."
"Well, there might be something about demons in the restricted section; after all, Hogwarts library is used by people other than students." Myrtle reasoned. "But, unless you actually tell a professor your problem, I'm not sure if we could even get in to look."
"Then they would try and fix me." Something near to fear flickered behind Bakura's eyes as he firmly dismissed that idea. "You have to promise," The door in and out of the common room banged shut, and Bakura leant even closer to Myrtle then they already were; so his breath brushed softly over the skin of her face. "Not to tell anyone."
Hornby's unmistakable shriek of laughter filled the common room. "Pryor is kissing, how gross!"