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Annabeth POV:

"So, she talked to you about resurrection, honesty and knowing stuff others didn't," As Percy spoke, he used his fingers to help count off each of his points. Leaning against the walls of the bathroom, he gave a stretch of his arms, his knuckles lightly brushing against the walls. The bathroom windows were somewhat murky, the light of the sun not enough to let us see anything without the aid of Lumos.

"Sounds like a funky conversation."

"I mean I should have already seen the flags early on," I said. "We're going to recon with Dumbledore after a few more days. Hazel's in the same house as her, she agreed to keep an eye out. For now, this stays with us demigods."

"Any other reason why you called me to a bathroom at night?" Percy gave a slight yawn. "I'm all for doing this stuff, sorta, but I have not been doing well in some of my classes, and Snape has been glaring down my neck more often than necessary. I swear that man needs to take a break some time, he always seems so grumpy."

"Worse than Mr.D?"

"Mr. D...is kinda changing, so I'd say they're about the same? I mean the past is hard to forget, he did vote for me to be killed once."

"Is your director always so harsh?" A young girl, translucent and floating, had popped out from the floor of the bathroom. She was wearing the Ravenclaw house colours on her uniform, the blue still visible despite her...state. Round glasses were perched on her nose, enlarging her brown eyes behind the thick lenses. "Professor Dumbledore is such a good man, despite all that's happened. Do wish he would do more or else I might not have died. Died and left trapped here for all eternity." At this, she started to sob, disappearing down the floor before flying back up again.

Percy glanced at me for a brief moment before looking to the ghost again, his eyes following her constant wailing around the bathroom. We've both been in Hogwarts for a while now so Moaning Myrtle, the student that was killed during Voldemorts' school years when the chamber of secrets had first opened, was no mystery. Just as Camp Half-Blood was filled with other beings like naiads, dryads; Hogwarts had many ghosts in addition to the number of centaurs or other creatures in the forest. The ghosts were more commonly seen in the school though, often roaming the halls and joining the students for meals. When Nico was still at Hogwarts, the ghosts either avoided him in fear or approached him with respect. As for the rest of us, we were mainly treated like normal students except for sometimes being approached with questions about life outside the country. I had only encountered Moaning Myrtle a few times, always crying her eyes out whenever I spoke, but her coming in today was something already arranged.

"Um, hi." Percy gave a wave.

"Hello, indeed," She flew down to him, a rare smile appearing on her face. "I don't think we've met formally before. I'm Myrtle."

"Percy."

"Pleased to meet you, Percy. You know, there aren't a lot of males that come in here. Just you, Harry, and Draco. All very nice boys."

"I heard Ron came in here too,"

"...Oh, he did, but let's not talk about Ron."

"Annabeth, you had something you wanted to discuss. It's nearing midnight, I think, so we should wrap things up."

Myrtle sighed but nodded her head, cozying down opposite from me. Some ghosts in the school had a bit of knowledge about our identity, though only what was on the tip of the iceberg. It was much harder to keep secrets from being who could fly into your room, walls and doors barriers that weren't existent for them. Myrtle, by chance, was one of them. She picked a bag she had brought in, earlier being tossed to the side in her entrance. Dusting it lightly, she pulled out a few sheets of paper. The paper and ink were new, but the words and calligraphy seemed to be old.

"It was hard to get this from the Grey Lady," Myrtle said, smiling at Percy. "She only talks to Ravenclaws and I don't she'd tell any of you foreigners or anybody about something like this. We've been friends for a long time, two lonely souls stuck in this forsaken school."

"I've been doing some research lately, about Hogwarts, witches and wizards. It'll be useful for the future." I said picking up the letters, leaning over so Percy could get a better view of the content as well. "I asked Myrtle for some help with the Grey Lady. There's a bunch of information that we don't know, but ghosts like them do. Especially with her identity as..."

"That's all in the past," Myrtle scowled. "Not sure how you found out, but she won't talk to you anymore if you refer her back to her mother. I won't help you anymore either. I wouldn't have in the first place," her gaze trailed over to Percy again. "but it's been so long since I've had nice company. Oh, and because of Dumbledore. And the Ghost King too. Wouldn't want to be tormented even more than I already am, never thought it was even possible."

"Nico isn't like that."

"Whatever you say. The words are notes from her own experiences," Myrtle continues to speak as Percy and I flip through the papers. The Grey Lady had often spent time with her mother before something happened, creating a fissure in their relationship. The notes are complete copies from her old ones, the entries have intervals spanning between days and sometimes even months. There are pictures too, strokes done with refinement and clarity, beautiful pieces of art. Filling the black lines are light pigments of colours, likely made from some sort of material accessible from the potions classroom or some spell I didn't know.

"You know how long the Grey Lady spent on this? Really long," Myrtle finishes up. "She cut out the private stuff, but meetings with different wizards she all included. From the Crouchs, the Potters, the Gaunts, and naturally the other founders as well."

"I'm guessing she wasn't happy with the request." Percy noted.

"Not happy, but not mad either. Actually, I think she was somewhat glad. It made her go back to her old diaries, coming with a lot of happy memories as well. Though, I don't suggest you do it again. Perhaps I should have kept a diary as well..."

When we go through them all, the tip of our wands stops at the final word above a picture. My eyes stare at the wizard in the drawing underneath him the Grey Lady put down the words: An old friend of mothers', this is his second visit since the opening of Hogwarts. He was a man that seemed to be in his mid-forties. The drawing showed him wearing a long cloak along, his wand firmly held in his outstretched hand. What stunned me the most were his stormy grey eyes that looked very much like mine, like my mother's.

Hi everyone! It's been a while! My second semester has just started now that I've finished all my culminatings not long ago! I hope everyone's doing well!

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