Kemet
The next second lasted an eternity with Myrtle frozen to the spot; the next second she was whipped forward, across the lawn, in joyous swirls of twirling merriment.
"I feel so light, I could almost walk on water." Bakura breathed; stopping abruptly by the lake, so that Myrtle's still stiff body tipped into him.
"Yeah, I could tell." Myrtle muttered, still stuck in paralysis.
"You ok?" Myrtle blinked up at the sudden smile that Bakura unleashed on her, and nodded hesitantly. "You didn't mind, did you?"
Myrtle turned bright red under his questioning gaze, and her head dropped to stare at her now muddy shoes and give a self-conscious shake.
"You shouldn't be so embarrassed; we are…" Bakura paused, as if searching for the right word. "Dating, after all."
"I hardly could forget." Myrtle forced her head up to offer Bakura a timid smile, no matter how red her face was; she would stop cowering.
"That's better." Bakura nodded approvingly. "After all, I'm in this as much as you are; I'm no higher then you." He continued, falling into somewhat of a familiar rant. "In any way," he finished, with a firm nod for emphasis.
Myrtle's smile brightened, and she relaxed slightly; her arms falling about Bakura as they went limp and she just leaned against him. All, well most, of the evil glares would disappear, and she and Bakura would have a perfect spring semester, and everything in the world would be absolutely right. Right?
As they stood there, staring deeply into each other's eyes, the first snow began to fall and stick in their hair.
"What is this?" Bakura asked, brushing the few flakes that had accumulated off of Myrtle's shoulder.
"It's snow. You know, frozen water." Myrtle looked skeptically up at Bakura; hardly believing her ears, once again.
"That means it's really really cold, and so it cannot rain?" Bakura's face turned upward to stare at the grey clouds overhead, and the little white specs floating down.
"That's it!" Myrtle snapped, grabbing his hand and throwing all her weight forward to drag him past a few clumps of students who had not, Myrtle prayed, seen them kiss, and up and into Hogwarts. "You are going to help me find Kemet in the library!"
"You lived in Ancient Egypt?" Myrtle had hurriedly been flipping through her third encyclopedia when she finally found an entry on Kemet, which said that it was the ancient and native name for Egypt.
"I'm pretty hungry, we missed lunch; want to go down to the kitchen to get a bite to eat before dinner?" Bakura was suddenly at her side, his hand pushing the tome she had been studying firmly closed.
"You said you lived in Kemet."
"So I did."
"But no one calls it Kemet anymore." Myrtle's voice fell into a whisper as a pair of students meandered by.
"That does not make it any less Kemet; food!" Bakura urged, his eyes avoiding hers.
"I don't believe you." Myrtle replied stubbornly, crossing her arms and legs, closing her eyes, and shaking her head defiantly.
"I'm hungry!" The next moment she was on her feet and being dragged away.