March 27th, 1976.
The end came sooner than anyone expected. Not that anyone expected the end to come about so abruptly.
Every day had passed slowly for her. The students looked at her as if she was worthless. She felt worthless.
Myrtle stopped going to meals. She couldn't take the stares of her peers; she couldn't take hearing their whispers. She, instead, went to the kitchens late at night—Sirius had taken her there before when they had gotten hungry while tutoring.
As she stepped inside the kitchen, she was met with a sight that made her halt. Sirius Black sat with a girl that had made a particularly nasty comment about Myrtle a week ago. The couple was eating the same food—lemonade and chocolate cake—that Myrtle and Sirius had always eaten together.
Myrtle could say nothing. She was mortified; all she could manage to do was stumble her way out of the kitchen as she felt his gaze on her.
He could make her feel worthless with just a glance. Not looking where she was going, Myrtle bumped into someone and fell to the ground. Looking up, she was met with the leering face of Amycus Carrow.