A/N: Hey! How are my readers? I've been okay. If you were thinking I've given up on this story you were wrong. Actually, it's not like anyone's reading this. Oh well. Talking to myself is okay… But a lot of people are following The Other Battle, which I have definitely not given up on. So for this story, I have three new chapters for ya! They're actually not new, since I wrote them in October. Please keep in mind that these beginning chapters are short and not that good, but they were my earlier self, so keep reading and better chapters will come along. By the way, my fan account on Instagram is PotterGirl412. Enjoy these chapters!
The ghost looked as if she had just been crying. She was a sickly, blue color made out of a substance thick and silky. Piper's last class had been taught by a ghost, Professor Binns, but the girl above her looked nothing like her History of Magic teacher. Piper stood up on the toilet seat and leaned over the side of her stall. She was now facing the ghost girl. "Are you okay?" Piper asked. The girl's sobs seemed worn out, like something that's been used too much but you use it anyway. Like a shoelace.
"What's your name?" Piper asked curiously. "My name is Myrtle, but they call me Moaning Myrtle. Then they make fun of me for moaning. No wonder…" the girl replied, finishing her statement in a cry that seemed to be pain. "Oh I'm Piper" she paused. "Why are you upset?" "Well, how would you feel if you died in a bathroom and you'll never see you family again and everyone talks about you behind your back about how you're so willowy and sad all the time and if you even DARE to leave the bathroom Peeves bullies you to no end?" She ducked into the toilet. "And I just want to kill myself and end my pain but I can't because I'm already dead!"
"That's so terrible. I'm sorry. Well I guess I have no reason to complain compared to your situation" said Piper with sorrow. For a minute there, Myrtle's sobs came to a settle as she peeked out of the loo and raised an eyebrow at Piper. "Well this is my third year at Hogwarts and I have no friends. No one will even give me a chance because I'm a Slytherin. I've been locked up in prejudice in my own home. Today there was a girl who I thought could be my friend, but she wanted nothing to do with me because of my house!" "Hmmm…" said Myrtle. "I was in Ravenclaw when I was alive, but it doesn't matter what house you're in" That made Piper feel the teensiest bit better. "So, do you want to talk about your… you know…" Piper said cautiously, not wanting to upset Myrtle more than she was.
"I WAS ATTACKED!" Myrtle cried, and with that she started floating all around the room howling. She flew by all of the sinks turning each tap, and water was soon plummeting down every sink. "Right here, in this bathroom!" She once again dived into her toilet hole.
"I have to go to my next class now. It's nice meeting you. I'll come back tomorrow" said Piper politely. Myrtle looked surprised. "Promise?" she asked. "Promise" replied Piper smiling. She left the bathroom that way and throughout the rest of the day. As crazy as it was, Piper had just made a friend.