Why not?- she said as she entered the "out of order" bathroom.

Only Harry Potter and his gang seem to have adventures in Hogwarts. Well not today! Today she's gonna pluck some of her Gryffindor courage and march straightly to the forbidden bathroom ... at night with Filch wondering around the halls, just waiting to torture someone for breaking the rules.

She was so gonna to do this dare! The girls were not going win. She was going to proof she deserved to be in the house of the brave, the lion; and nothing was going to stop her. At least that was what she told herself as the old door with the crooked sign appear to get closer and closer. She was carrying Colin Cleve's camera, a miracle she got him to agree to let her borrowed. Her hand hurt just thinking of all the homework she was going to do for him, but she needed it. The only way to proof that she completed her dare was to capture a picture of her name written in the foggy mirrors of the bathroom.

Putting the camera in one of the bathroom sinks, she quickly started writing. However as the letters started appearing, the reflexion got clearer. Where is Myrtle?- she asked herself, looking into the mirror between the spaces. Only her face and the stalls seem to greet her. The expression "It was quiet, too quiet" crossed her mind from all the movies she saw as a child. She was spooking herself, waiting for Myrtle to appear any second and start crying, alerting the castle that someone was out of bed at night. Filch would appear, and Merlin she was scare of the man. She quickly shoot her head to clear any fear and finished her name, took the picture and ran back to the common room, where her friends would be waiting for her to continue the game.

However if she would have looked in the first stall (last from the reflexion) she would have found a sad girl moaning about her tragic fate sitting in the toilet and shedding ghostly tears.

Inspired in the new chapter from Pottermore.

Michelle Weasley Fenton