Can ghosts have Pensieves? I'm not too sure. Well, they do now!
12 June, 1943
"You FREAK!" screamed Olive Hornby, chasing me down the corridor. "You turned my cat into a SNUFF BOX!" which was followed by a stunning curse.
"I didn't mean too!" I shouted back, running as fast as I could. "It was an accident."
"Well now its being looked after by that horrible teacher and she says it might not transform back!" shouted Olive.
I was about to shout something back in a retort when Professor Dippet materialised infront of me.
"Now, you too girls, what are you doing out of bed, making such a racket and," he paused, "running in the corridors. Explain yourselves."
"It was an accident sir!" I said, over Olive Hornby's "She killed my cat! She turned it into a snuff box!"
"I didn't mean to!"
"Yes you did!"
"Uh uh!"
"Yeah!"
"I didn't mean to, it was-"
"She's a snuff-box-"
"an accident!"
"Was not!"
"SILENCE!" cried Professor Dippet. "50 points from Ravenclaw, each of you, and we will sort this out in the morning. Go to your dorms. NOW!"
Olive and I walked to our dorms without a word, though with much pushing and shoving.
13 June, 1943
That morning, we were each given detentions, which were to start tonight. As Olive passed me at breakfast, she shoved me, saying "Watch where your going, might tranfigure someone. So stupid, can't even cure your own eyesight. You're left to wear those stupid glasses. You're a freak.
I stood there, bewildered at her cruelness, with tears in my eyes. I ran to the bathroom on the first floor, which had become my favourite place to cry alone.
After what seemed like hours I heard a slithering sound, like someone - or something was sliding around the floor.
"Is that you, Olive Hornby? Come back to taunt me again. Just LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Something opened the door to the lavatory. I saw a great big, green-yellow eye, and then all was black.
Later in the day...
I woke up. Maybe i was asleep. I stood up and tried to open the door. I couldn't; my hand went straight through it. I noticed my hand was transparent, so were my arms, my legs, my body, my head. I looked in the mirror, and behind me I saw myself.
My dead self.
I always suspected Olive Hornby. I was delighted when she came to the toilet.
"Are you in here again, sulking Myrtle?", she said, "because Professor Dippet asked me to look for you-" And then she saw my body. She screamed so loud, so high the whole castle should have heard. I flew towards her, and through her, round and round and over again. I was a ghost now. Nothing could stop me.
"You'll pay for what you did, Olive! You ugly little witch, you stupid little girl! You killed me, you bitch! Now you'll pay!"
I chased her round the castle, with her screaming and everyone laughing. No-one liked her very much before, and much less after that day.
Ooooh, she didn't forget until her dying day, I made sure of that.