A/N: Once again please keep in mind these chapters were created a while ago and are not my best work
For the next few weeks Piper would create time in her schedule to visit Myrtle in the girls' bathroom. She found out that Myrtle is actually quite interesting, though it may not seem like it at first glance. Myrtle would tell her stories about her school life when she was alive, stories about her being bullied by the other ghosts, and stories about other students using this abandoned bathroom for unusual purposes. She even told Piper about Harry Potter and his friends coming in last year to make potions. Piper was reminded of the girl who took one look at her and thought she was scum. 'Three feet?' she thought. 'That's not even that impressive! At least Myrtle didn't judge me like that'.
One rainy afternoon in the middle of October (after Hermione had kicked her down the stairs many times) Piper heard some strange news. "As some of you may know", spoke Professor McGonagall, "The whereabouts of the Azkaban fugitive Sirius Black, are still unknown. Students are not allowed to leave the castle. Quidditch will be postponed. Herbology classes will be held in the dungeons where Professor Sprout has transferred some plants. Care of Magical Creatures has been moved to room 208 on the second floor. NO student shall leave the building to go outside, or they shall risk being endured by the dark forces, not to mention detention. Any questions?"
Piper raised her hand. Behind her, Hermione snorted. "Attention seeker" she whispered. Piper spoke. "Why will Herbology be held in the dungeons?" "Insulation" McGonagall replied. Piper's hand shot up again. "Why would he come here?" she asked. "Oh we can't be too careful. No specific reason listed" Professor McGonagall replied. "Is he familiar with the school?" asked Piper. By now they had forgotten about the rest of the class. McGonogall's eyes were wide and strictly staring at Piper. The only other sound heard was the snorting of Hermione as Piper asked a question. "Well-" "Did he go here?" Silence struck the room. Not a single sound was muttered.
"Class is dismissed!" boomed the Professor, her eyes still glued to Piper. "But the bell didn't ring yet" chirped a Hufflepuff in the back. "I said class is dismissed!" Not a soul dared to compete with her, so they all shuffled humbly into the hall. "Um, where do we go now?" Everyone turned to Piper. She raised her hands in the air (well, the best she could while holding her books and parchment). "What did I do?" she whisper-yelled. Hermione Granger rolled her eyes and turned away. "I bet she just asked all those questions to get points for Slytherin" she muttered over her shoulder. Hermione had been pushing her luck a little but over the breaking point, for what Piper did next left the rest of the class flabbergasted.
"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Piper shouted, angrily storming her way to a weak looking Hermione. "YOU LITTLE BRAT! JUDGING ME BY A TIE, SAYING THINGS BEHIND MY BACK, ROLLING YOUR EYES AT ME! DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO HAVE NO ONE TALK TO YOU BECAUSE OF SOMETHING YOU HAVE NO CONTROL OF? I DON'T THINK YOU FREAKING DO!" "But-" Hermione started, but it was no use. Piper cut her off. "NO, YOU DON'T GET TO SAY ANYTHING RIGHT NOW! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU. DON'T EVEN POINT YOUR LITTLE SNEER AT ME ANYMORE! I'M SICK OF YOU. GOOD. FREAKING. BYE!"
Leaving Hermione dumbstruck, Piper sailed off to the library with her head held high.