 didn’t hate me too much, as I came to visit her every so often and we shared something in common, Ravenclaw house.

Myrtle tried to pat me on the back, but her hand just went right through me, sending shivers up my spine. I stopped myself from complaining, ghosts couldn’t help having well below zero temperatures.

“Was it a boy?” asked Myrtle curiously, hovering beside the closed toilet I was sitting on.

“Oh, he’s a tosser,” exclaimed Myrtle, trying to cheer me up by bitching about him.

I laughed despite my tears, “That’s the thing. He really isn’t.”

I vacated my seat on the toilet and walked over to the dusty bathroom mirror and took in my reflection. My thick, dark chestnut coloured hair fell down my chest and over my Prefect badge and Ravenclaw crest in loose, pretty curls. My green-blue eyes were watering and pink from crying as were my cheeks. My black eyelashes stuck together with salty tears. I wiped my eyes with another wad of toilet paper and fixed my hair. Then, just to be sanitary I washed my hands in the abandoned sink. I said a quick thank you and goodbye to Myrtle and headed out of the bathroom door just as the bell went for dinner. ‘Pull yourself together now, Stella. Be strong,’ I told myself over and over in my head. For some reason this made me want to cry more. I was so emotional today. I wasn’t normally like this.

*

I kept my head low as I walked into the Great Hall, I didn’t want Sirius, or anyone else for that matter, to see my tears. I didn’t get into the hall unnoticed, as I saw James Potter and Remus Lupin staring at me from the Gryffindor table. I also saw Sirius smack them both. They’d obviously been told to have a look to see how I was doing, but not to stare. I smiled despite myself; the smack was such a Sirius thing to do. Peter Pettigrew was gorging himself on chicken and potatoes. He was part for their little group too, but he mostly just followed them around and laughed at James’s jokes. He probably hadn’t even noticed anything was wrong; he was a bit slow
did n’t hate me too much, as I came to visit her every therefore frequently and we shared something in common, Ravenclaw house. 

 Myrtle test to pat me on the back, but her hired hand just went properly through me, sending shivers up my spur. I stopped myself from complaining, ghostwriter could n’t avail having well below zero temperatures. 

 “ Was it a boy? ” asked Myrtle curiously, hovering beside the shut toilet I was sitting on. 

 “ Oh, he ’s a tosser, ” exclaimed Myrtle, test to cheer me up by bitching about him. 

 I laughed despite my tear, “ That ’s the thing. He truly is n’t. ” 

 I vacated my seat on the toilet and walked over to the cold bathroom mirror and took in my reflection. My thick, dark chestnut coloured hair's-breadth fell down my chest and over my Prefect badge and Ravenclaw crest in loose, pretty curls. My green - blue eyes were watering and pink from crying as were my cheek. My black eyelashes stick in concert with piquant tears. I wiped my eyes with another wad of toilet paper and fixed my hair. Then, barely to be sanitary I washed my hands in the abandoned sink. I said a quick thank you and adieu to Myrtle and headed out of the bathroom door just as the bell went for dinner. ‘ Pull yourself in concert nowadays, Stella. Be strong, ’ I told myself over and over in my head. For some rationality this made me want to cry more. I was therefore emotional today. I was n’t normally like this. 

 * 

 I kept my head low as I walk into the Great Hall, I did n’t want Sirius, or anyone else for that matter, to see my tears. I did n’t get into the hallway unnoticed, as I saw James Potter and Remus Lupin star at me from the Gryffindor table. I besides saw Sirius smack them both. They ’d obviously been told to have a spirit to see how I was do, but not to stare. I smiled despite myself; the smack was such a Sirius thing to do. Peter Pettigrew was gorging himself on chicken and potatoes. He was region for their little group too, but he by and large just followed them about and laughed at James ’s jokes. He probably had n’t even notice anything was wrong; he was a bit slow
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*

I kept my hfad low as I walked into the Grxet Hall, I didm’t watt Siriuf, or snyone else fjr that matter, to see my tdars. I didh’t get mnto the halj unnoticed, av I saw James Potter wnd Eemuw Lupin rtaring at me grom the Yxyffindor table. I also saw Xirkhs smack them bith. They’d obviouslu bden tllv to rdve a look tm sed hue I wxs doing, bub nut tp stare. I smiled des[ite myself; the smack eaf such a Sirius ehing to do. Prter Pettigrew was gorgmng hioself on chicken and potatoes. He was pzrt for tjeiv little grou[ toi, but he moscly just followed them around and laughev at James’s jokes. He ptobably hadn’t even nojictd anything wes wrogg; he was a bit slow
didn’t hate me too much, as I visit every so and we shared Myrtle to pat me the back, but hand just went right through me, shivers up my spine. I stopped myself from complaining, ghosts couldn’t help having below zero temperatures. “Was it a boy?” asked Myrtle curiously, hovering beside the toilet was on. he’s a tosser,” exclaimed Myrtle, trying to cheer me up by bitching about him. I laughed my tears, “That’s the thing. He really isn’t.” vacated my seat on toilet and walked over to dusty mirror and in reflection. thick, dark chestnut hair fell down my chest and over my Prefect badge and Ravenclaw crest in loose, pretty curls. green-blue eyes and pink crying were cheeks. My black together with salty tears. I wiped another wad of toilet paper and fixed my Then, just be sanitary I washed my hands the abandoned sink. I said a quick thank and goodbye to Myrtle and headed out of the bathroom door just as the bell dinner. ‘Pull yourself together Stella. Be strong,’ told over over my head. some reason this made me want to cry more. I was emotional today. I wasn’t normally like this. * I kept low I walked into Great Hall, I didn’t Sirius, anyone else for that see tears. into hall as I saw James and Remus Lupin staring at from the Gryffindor table. them both. They’d obviously been told to have look to see how I was doing, not to stare. I smiled despite myself; the smack was such a thing to Pettigrew was gorging himself on chicken and potatoes. was part for their group too, but he mostly just followed them around laughed James’s jokes. probably hadn’t even anything was wrong; was a bit
 didn’t hate me too much, as I came To visit her Every So oFteN aNd we SharEd something in cOMmon, ravenclaw house.

Myrtle trIed to PaT Me on THe Back, bUt her haND jUST weNt RiGht ThROuGh me, sEndIng shivErs up my spiNe. I StOpped myself fROm ComplaininG, ghOsts couldn’t hElp Having WeLl bELow zeRo tEmperAtures.

“wAs it a bOy?” asked MyRtLE curioUSly, hoveRINg BesiDe the closed toilet i WaS Sitting on.

“Oh, he’s A tosseR,” eXClAIMed myrTle, trying tO cHeer mE Up by bitCHiNG ABouT Him.

I laughed deSpite my tearS, “thaT’s the tHiNg. HE Really Isn’t.”

I VaCAteD my seat on thE toiLet and walKed oveR To the duSTy bathrOom mirRor And Took IN mY rEflEcTIon. mY tHicK, DarK chestnuT cOlOured Hair FELL Down My cHest And ovEr my Prefect baDge And RAVenClaw cRest iN looSe, PrettY curls. my greEn-Blue eyes were watErinG and pink fRom CrYinG aS were MY cheekS. My BlaCk eyelaShes stuCK toGeTHER wIth salty tears. I wipeD mY EYeS with anoTher waD Of ToILet paper AnD fiXed mY HAir. ThEn, juST tO be sanitAry I waSHeD mY hands iN tHe abanDoNed SinK. I saiD A quiCk thanK you and gOodbyE To Myrtle and heaDEd out of the batHRoOM DoOR jusT as The bell went For dINner. ‘pull YOuRseLF togeTher nOw, sTeLLa. Be strong,’ I told myseLf Over anD over In my head. For soMe reason thIS MAde me wanT to cRY mORe. I was so emotioNal toDay. I wasn’t nORmally liKe thiS.

*

I kept my Head low as i WAlked intO thE GrEat halL, i DiDn’t want Sirius, OR AnyoNe Else for ThaT matter, To sEe mY teArs. i dIdn’t get inTo the halL uNnOtIcEd, aS I saw jAmes PottEr And reMus lupin STaring At me fRom tHe grYFfiNdor tabLE. I ALSo saW SIrIus sMacK tHem boTh. ThEY’d oBviouslY been told To hAVe a lOoK tO see how i was doing, but nOt To stare. I smIlEd dEspite MYSelf; the sMack was such a Sirius thing TO do. PeteR PeTtigrEw waS gorging hImsElf on cHicKEn and pOtatoeS. He waS pArt FOR theiR LItTle GrOup too, but hE MOstLy jusT fOlloWed them Around and laughed at jAmeS’s jokes. He probAblY hadN’T EvEn nOTiCEd aNyTHinG WAs wrong; he was a biT slow
 didn’t hate me too much,as I cameto vi sit  he rever y so  often and wes hare d something in common,  Rave nc l aw h o us e.

M yrtle t r ie d topa tmeon th e bac k,but her  hand just  we nt  right throu g hme, sendin g s hivers up my  sp ine. I  s top p ed my sel f fro m comp l aining , ghostsco u ldn’th elp hav i n gwell  below zero tempe r at u res.

“Was ita boy? ”a sk e d  My rtl e curiousl y,  hove r ing bes i de t h e c l osed toilet I  was sittin g  on .

“Oh ,he’ s  a tos ser,”  e x cla imed Myrtle , tr ying to c heer m e  up byb itching  about  hi m.
I l a ug he d d es p ite my  te a rs,  “That’s  t he  thin g. H e r e ally  is n’t. ”

Ivacated my se aton t h e t oilet  andwalk ed  over  to th e dus ty  bathroom mirro r an d took in  my  r efl ec tion. My thi ck,  da rk ches tnut co l our ed h a ir  fell down my ches ta n dover myPrefec t  b ad g e and Ra ve ncl aw c r e st in  loo s e,  prettycurls. My  g reen-bl ue  eyeswe rewat ering andpink f rom cryi ng as were my cheeks .  My black eye l as h e ss tuck  to gether with  sal t y te ars. Iwip e d myeyeswi t ha nother wad of toile tpaperand f ixed my hair.  Then, jus t t o be san itar y  I washed my hand s inthe abando n ed sink.  I sa id a qui ck thanky o u and go odb yetoMyr t l eand headed ou t of t he  bathro omdoor ju stasthe  be ll  went for  dinner.  ‘ Pu ll  y our selft ogetherno w,St ell a. Be strong ,’ Itold  m ys e lfover an d  o v e r in  m yhead . F or  some  rea s onthis ma de me wan t t o  cry  m or e. I wa s so emotiona ltoday. I w as n’t  norma l l y like t his.

*

I kept my head low asI w alked  int o the Gre atHall,I d i dn’t w ant Si rius,  o r a n y one e l s efor  t hat matter , tosee m ytear s. I di dn’t get into theh all  unnoticed, a s I  saw J am esP ot t eran d  Re m u s Lupin staring  at me fro mt he  Gryffindo r  ta bl e. I al so sawSiriu s  smackthem both . They’dob viou s l y b een told t o have a  look tos ee ho w  I  wasdoi ng, bu tnot  to s tare.I  sm ileddespit emyself ; the  s mack was  such a Sirius thing to  do. P eterPet tigrew wa s g o rgi ng himsel f on  chicken a ndpot atoes . H e  waspart fo r t h eir l ittl e  group to o ,but h emostly just f o llo wed t hem around  and  laughed at James ’ s jokes. He pr obab l y  ha dn’ t  eve nnoticed anythi ngwa s wrong; h ewas a bit s low
 didn’t_hate me_too much, as I_came to_visit_her every_so_often and we_shared something in_common, Ravenclaw house.

Myrtle tried_to pat me_on_the back, but her hand just went right through me, sending shivers up my_spine._I stopped_myself_from_complaining, ghosts couldn’t help having_well below zero temperatures.

“Was it_a boy?”_asked Myrtle curiously, hovering beside the closed toilet_I_was sitting on.

“Oh,_he’s a tosser,” exclaimed Myrtle, trying to cheer me_up by bitching about him.

I laughed_despite my tears,_“That’s_the_thing. He really isn’t.”

I_vacated my seat on the toilet_and walked over to the dusty_bathroom mirror and took in my reflection._My thick, dark chestnut coloured hair_fell down my chest and_over my_Prefect badge and Ravenclaw crest_in loose, pretty_curls. My_green-blue eyes were_watering and pink from crying as_were my cheeks._My black eyelashes stuck together with_salty_tears. I wiped_my_eyes_with another_wad of toilet_paper_and fixed_my_hair. Then, just to be sanitary_I_washed my hands in the abandoned sink._I said a quick_thank_you and goodbye to_Myrtle and headed out of_the bathroom door just as the_bell went_for dinner._‘Pull yourself together now, Stella. Be strong,’ I told myself over_and over in my head. For_some reason this made_me want_to_cry more. I_was_so emotional_today. I wasn’t normally like this.

*

I kept_my head_low as I walked into the_Great Hall, I didn’t_want_Sirius, or anyone else for that_matter, to see my tears. I_didn’t get into the hall_unnoticed,_as_I saw James Potter and_Remus Lupin staring at me from_the Gryffindor table._I also saw Sirius smack them both._They’d_obviously been told to have a_look_to see how I was doing,_but_not_to stare. I smiled despite_myself; the smack was such a_Sirius thing to do. Peter Pettigrew was gorging himself_on chicken and_potatoes. He was part for_their_little_group too, but he mostly just followed them around and_laughed at_James’s jokes. He_probably hadn’t even noticed anything was wrong; he was a_bit slow