Harry is really stubborn and OOC in this chapter, but it's as good as I could get. I really hope you enjoy this, because I *think* I did. I really like how they portrayed this scene in the movie, though. It was so funny!
XOXO,
Silence Whispering
Silence Shouting
Silence Eternal
Chapter 4
"Harry!" Cedric Diggory called. Harry stopped walking in the hallways and turned around. "About the egg… have you figured it out yet?"
"Not… entirely." Harry replied.
"Well… try taking a bath. And take that egg with you, ok? You can even use the prefect's room, if you want."
"Fine." Harry answered shortly. Why couldn't Cedric just tell him, after all, that's what he'd done, wasn't it? He'd flat out told Cedric that the first trial was dragons, so why didn't Cedric do the same? No, Harry wasn't going to take this. Cedric shouldn't be so conceited. He could figure out the clue on his own, thank you.
Eventually, however, Harry realized he had to give Cedric's advice a shot. He planned his excursion carefully and soon found himself in the bathroom. His immediate reaction was that it would be worth becoming a prefect just to be able to use this bathroom. It was softly lit with a splendid candle-filled chandelier, and everything was made of white marble, including what looked like an empty, rectangular swimming pool sunk into the middle of the floor. Hundreds of golden taps stood all around the pool's edges, each with a differently colored jewel set into its handle. There was also a diving board. Long white linen curtains hung at the windows; a large pile of fluffy white towels sat in a corner, and there was a single golden-framed painting on the wall. It featured a blonde mermaid who was fast asleep on a rock, her long hair over her face. It [her hair] fluttered every time she snored.
Harry had never had such a great bath. He dunked in, and just as he had opened and closed his golden egg, a voice startled him, saying, "I'd try putting it in the water if I were you." Moaning Myrtle stared at him. Harry suddenly felt grateful for the thick bubbles covering him. "That's what the other boy did. Cedric." Harry slowly immersed the egg into the water, then opened it. A gurgling song that he couldn't hear the words to bubbled up through the water. "You need to put your head under too," said Myrtle, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying bossing him around. "Go on!" Harry did so to hear the song, which said, "Come seek us where our voices sound, we cannot sing above the ground, and while you're searching, ponder this: we've taken what you'll sorely miss, an hour long you'll have to look, and recover what we took, but past an hour—the prospect's black, too late, it's gone, it won't come back." Harry had to think a while, but then he said, "Myrtle, there aren't merpeople in there, are there?" "Ooh, very good! Almost all the bubbles were gone by the time Cedric figured it out. And that was with her awake and everything." Myrtle said, jerking her head at the picture of the mermaid. Soon after this, Harry left. When he told his friends, they immediately set off to the library, in order to help him find some spell, so that he could breathe underwater.