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 Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 10:07 am
This is the girls bathroom in the second floor corridor. This bathroom is haunted by Moaning Myrtle a student who was killed when Lord Voldemort was in school and opened the chamber of secrets while she was in the bathroom and she saw the basilisks eyes and died.
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 9:01 pm
"Myrtle? Where are you, Myrtle? Where have you got to now? I want to talk to you..." Anasazi sing-songed, walking on the balls of her feet into the second-floor bathroom. She peered through all the stalls with wide cornflower eyes and sighed as she, once again, discovered Myrtle gone from the stalls. Just one more person away when she went to find them. One friend AWOL. Great. She rolled her eyes with exasperation and sat down to wait for her pallid, ghostly friend.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 8:15 am
Sauntering into the Bathroom, Raina held her wand in her hand, clenching the soft wood tightly between her long graceful fingers. Her hair was up in her usual fancy curls, tied in a ponytail that bounced against her neck.
Raina, her side slinging messenger bag, was full of various potion ingredients. Without noticing anyone, Raina went into the handicap stall at the end of the bathroom. Closing the stall, Raina found shuffled through her bag, pulling out vial after vial, bottle after bottle. So many different ingredients, all ranging from essence of grindelow, to seaweed.
Earlier Raina had bewitched her bag to hold a lot of things, without looking any larger than it was, so pulling out a small cauldron was of no impressive feat.
Adding various ingredients, Raina started to make some sort of potion, part of her had a recipe in mind, the other part of her was just adding random ingredients to see what she could conjure up. Of course, all of her ingredients were her own, considering how easy it was for her to have access to such items.
As smoke came from the sides of the cauldron, Raina couldn't help but smile.
Maybe I'll get an explosion this time.
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