Update 44 of 89.
Reminder: format is installments of double drabble :)
Once again, for some reason, FF counts only 199 words in the actual writing part. On my computer it was 200 words so I'm going with that one. And the 200 words is, obviously, not including the author's note. :)
In 1976, Myrtle Blyth was a quiet fifth year in Ravenclaw. She was hopelessly awkward and socially inept. She kept her long, dark hair into two pigtails. Her round glasses were always falling off of her faces.
Myrtle kept to herself. She didn't want to let anyone get close; they would just hurt her and leave, like her father did. Myrtle watched her parents fight her entire life. They always argued about something—even the smallest of things. Myrtle couldn't wait to go to Hogwarts so she could get away from her parents' failing marriage.
After her first year, she returned home to find only her mother. Her mother had explained that her father left and he wasn't coming back. After that, Myrtle's mother wasn't around much. Mrs. Blyth was always out drinking. Myrtle was alone. She swore to herself every night when she went to sleep that she would not be like her parents.
Sirius Black didn't know about Myrtle's family. He did not know that her parents were divorced and never around. He didn't know no one cared about Myrtle except him. If he had, he wouldn't have done what he did. He always regretted what he did.