Imagination
Snuggling down under the blankets that night Myrtle's mind was abubble with a single name, a single face, and a single touch; so very different from the mocking voices that had serenaded her every thought, they seemed little more then a distant recollection.
The entire afternoon, minus the creepy carvings, and the fact that the rest of the afternoon had been spent in soaked socks because of the flooding of the girls' bathroom, had been heart pounding, amazing; she carefully relived every moment a second and third time.
They had made it to Hogsmeade in plenty of time, despite all of Myrtle's doomsday assertions that they would get there and be turned right around and sent back. They had spent the following hours mostly just wandering around and staring at storefronts and at the others around them. His arm had remained wrapped, protectively, around her waist: maintaining a buzzing in the back of her mind.
And as their time drew to a close Myrtle had let the carefree afternoon go only slowly; walking back up to the castle she had pulled him aside for a meander around the lake which had then lengthened into a wordless pause beyond a line of trees to gaze out across the rippling water.
"Do you still miss it?" Myrtle's face had turned up from his shoulder to gaze up into his face.
"Yes." The eyes that had greeted her were sad and tired even as his mouth twisted into a masking smile.
Of course he did, even now, safely distanced in time and distance from the situation she felt shame creeping into the back of her conscious. She had turned away; looking out over the lake of water she had tried to imagine it into sand, but couldn't quite wrap her mind around it.
She had looked back up at him, and the hopelessness of it all had welled up in her. He was here with her; what was it, exactly, that she could do for him anyway? She was little consolation for the time, place, and people he had lost. While he had revolutionized her life, and turned everything on its head, what had she done for him?
He had seemed to draw closer then; move into a clearer focus that threw his eyes and mouth into sharp relief against the backdrop of his tan skin. Her heart continued its loud hammering in her ears and chest and she wanted to do something for him; perhaps it was hormonal, perhaps shocking, but it had seem the right thing to do.
Myrtle's hands had reached up to cradle Bakura's face and bring it down to her face, even as her body lifted up onto the tips of her toes to meet him. This was not their first kiss, but it was nonetheless charged with an energy that thickened her blood and set her senses ablaze in a way she could hardly have thought of before.
This was not about her; he seemed to get the idea though.
As is the nature of such experiences they had separated slowly what seemed an age and an eternity later; Myrtle could still conjure up a faint reflection of the electricity of his lips finally separating from hers.
"I can't imagine here without you." It sounded leaden and selfish to her ears, but he had accepted it; it seemed to be enough for him. He was far too good for her…
"Everyone down to the common room!" Apparently, despite the hormonal rushing about of her feelings, Myrtle had somehow managed to fall asleep; this peace had been shattered by a yell and the slamming of the dorm door.
"Wha's happening?" Several muffled voices contested what turned out to be a prefect shuffling them out of bed in the middle of the night, but she would neither reveal anything that even remotely resembled an explanation, or except any excuse; several short seconds later Myrtle found herself in an uncomfortably close common room, her arms wrapped around her own torso, somewhat self-conscious of her being only in her pajamas; searching the crowd of Slytherins for Bakura.
Apparently the last to be fetched she spotted him walking briskly down from the boy's quarter hastily pulling the last of his uniform together.
"Do you sleep in your school clothes?" Myrtle inquired, Bakura's odd behavior being a priority over whatever absurd occurrence had them all gathered here together at such an unheard of hour.
"Of course not."
"Are we all here then?" The head of house called over the student's head to the prefects who replied in the affirmative. "Dear students, there has been an occurrence which requires me to escort all of you to the Great Hall; don't be alarmed, you will receive more information there from the Head Master."
"Then why do you get to be in normal clothes while I'm running around in my nightclothes?" Myrtle pursued the subject in firm whispers as they were filed out of the common room.
"In Kemet it would not be all that surprising for me to wear almost the exact same clothes day in and day out until they wore out; your bed clothes, and day clothes are far too constricting, so I usually resort to as little of your clothing as possible."