Olive Hornby shrieked when she came across the dead body in the girl's Lavatory, but in the next minute when she recognized who the dead girl was she sneered at the corpse and said, "You were a disgusting little mudblood anyway. So, who was the lucky one who got to off you?"
Stepping forward Olive noticed the basilisk's bite mark on Myrtle's arm and smiled, "Ah so the beast finally made itself known? That is good news, isn't it now?"
Olive tilted her head as she glanced down at Myrtle's body and noticed that her open eyes had frozen with a mixture of both fright and horror. The pearl rimmed glasses Olive hated so much sat perched on top of the dead body's nose. Olive made a small noise of disgust and reached over to grab a hold of the glasses.
Hermione could feel Olive's cold gaze zoom in on Moaning Myrtle's body even from where she stood. Hermione had witnessed Myrtle's murder and then had stuck around to see that the dead girl had not had any visitor's in the past two hours since the terrible incident had occurred.
Moaning Myrtle's ghostly form was currently huddled within the security of one of the stalls nearby and Hermione had not heard a sound from the ghost since Olive had appeared.
Now, Moaning Myrtle's stubborn bully held Myrtle's pearl rimmed glasses in her hands and turned her head to Moaning Myrtle's body once more. Without pausing even a second for a self-deprecating moment, Olive spit directly into Moaning Myrtle's face.
A fresh line of saliva fell down the corpse's face and Hermione wished suddenly that her anger could appear visible to the others in the room. But as it was however, even if Hermione wished to land a solid punch on Olive's smug little face she couldn't. Part of the memory vials stipulations prevented her from acting on anything except being a casual observer to parts of Moaning Myrtle's past.
Hermione continued to watch as Olive shook her head at the glasses she held in her hands. Olive wrapped her fingers around the pearls that edged Myrtle's glasses and without hesitating she twisted the metal frames. Now the glasses had been broken beyond repair and the sound of a cracked prized possession must have finally reached Myrtle's ghostly senses.
Hermione heard a faint rustling sound from one of the stalls behind her and she stepped back as Moaning Myrtle's ghostly form exited the small space.
Myrtle's ghost accelerated as she flew over the side of the bathroom stall and as she approached Olive Hornby she cried out, "How dare you shatter my glasses?"
Myrtle moaned as Olive's eyes widened and Hermione saw with a bit of satisfaction, that Olive looked horrified to see Myrtle's ghost appear in front of her. "They were my only pair, how could you do such a thing?"
Even though the ghostly form of Myrtle's glasses still lay perched on top of her nose she still fumed angrily at Olive Hornby and lost her temper like she never had before. "You wretched girl," she swore vehemently beneath her breath and then Moaning Myrtle's temper peaked when she glanced down to see the small drop of spit falling from her physical body's lifeless form. "You dared to spit on me you evil creature? I will certainly make you pay for that and for all the times you made fun of me!"
Moaning Myrtle's ghost rose up from slightly hovering on the ground until she zoomed in on Olive's face, up close and personal. Hermione realized that Olive was so scared she couldn't move, and she didn't flinch even when Moaning Myrtle landed a punch without impact straight through her horrible nemesis.
Olive had only started to gather her wits back when Myrtle's ghost began to wail at her and chase her around the room. Hermione couldn't help but punch her fist into the air with triumph for her friend.
Myrtle had finally made an aggressive attempt to defend herself from a bully who had done nothing but torment her for years; and it was about time she'd done something about the wretched girl!
When Moaning Myrtle's ghost came back into the Lavatory she was smiling with pure glee and even though she knew Myrtle couldn't see her, Hermione smiled in return. Her uneasy feeling came only when she heard Myrtle's ghost murmur quietly, "She'll be sorry for all the times she's ever made fun of me. Olive Hornby is going to regret ever meeting Moaning Myrtle."
Hermione heard the ghost's words and wondered what Myrtle had planned for Olive, and then she suddenly knew that the third memory of the ghost who haunted the girl's Lavatory wasn't quite finished; and Hermione was afraid that she hadn't seen the last of the vindictive bully, namely Olive Hornby either.
Author's note: I still have more chapters for the story, so let me know what you think of this chapter and what you'd like to see happen to Olive in the future. Thank you all for your comments; I hope you have a great week.