giant snakes? in my magical boarding school? it's more likely than you think
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"Maybe tomorrow, then."

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She nods. "We've got a big block in the middle of the day, too. So that works well."

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"Right."

So the next day at the appointed time, it's off to the disused second floor girls' bathroom.

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The bathroom seems empty at first. It's not really run down or grimy like you'd expect 'abandoned ghost-haunted bathroom' to be; it seems the house elves clean up here, too.

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Helpful of them.

"Hello?" she calls.

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"Who's there?" a girl's voice calls, warily.

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"Ellie Potter and Anathema Canta."

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"Don't know who you are," she mumbles. "Are you here to make fun of me?"

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"No, we're here to ask about what happened when you died."

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"Oh..." she says, sounding distant. "Why? Just that old nonsense? You don't want to talk to me?"

Anathema tilts her head. "I like hearing ghosts say how they died," she says, cheerfully. "It's interesting."

A spectral girl floats out of one of the stalls, examining them. "Well," she says, considering. "It was quite horrid, really..."

She proceeds to spin a possibly somewhat overdramaticized tale of how she was hiding in the bathroom from 'that Hornby,' when she heard a boy talking in a weird foreign language. She left her stall to tell him off, because he was in the girl's bathroom... And then (dramatic pause) all she saw were two eyes, large and yellow -

And the next thing she knew, she finishes with morbid glee, she was floating above her body - watching Hornby discover her dead hours later.

Anathema makes appreciative noises thoroughout, nodding along and asking Myrtle a few leading questions. 

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Anathema: pretty good at talking to people actually? Signs point to yes.

Yellow eyes though could match up with some of the stories from the petrification victims. Which is kind of weird, because Myrtle wasn't petrified...

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"Did you recognize the boy's voice?" Anathema asks after a bit.

Myrtle frowns, deeply. "Not really? It was - weird. I don't remember the words at all, just that I didn't understand them... He sounded older, though, not like one of the first years or something, but not really old, I don't think he was a professor or anything. And I didn't see him when I left my stall, and he was gone by the next time I was aware..."

"Huh..." Anathema frowns. "What were the eyes like? I mean, like, human eyes, cat eyes, goat eyes..."

Myrtle's expression goes different. "I don't - I just remember the eyes... Not what sort of face they were in... But I don't think they were - set like a human's? Kind of - each of them were tilted off to the side. And really, really big, and shiny... A lot like a cat's eyes, really, just... The face wasn't a cat's. It was - dark, completely, except those eyes."

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"Definitely not an acromantula."

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"Yeah, ick. I'd still be screaming if it was a spider."

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"So the boy probably had something to do with it."

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"Probably? Since he was right there... And he didn't move my body or tell anyone I'd died or anything."

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"...Bets on it actually being Tom Riddle?"

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"I wouldn't be surprised..." Anathema says.

Myrtle, though, looks a bit surprised. "That boy? He was in my year, over in Slytherin. He was a bully, but everyone else thought he was just nice. I don't... Think that voice was his? But..." She frowns.

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"It has been fifty years. It's okay if you don't know."

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She nods, slowly. "I don't think I do."

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"It's still more than we had before we talked with you."

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Anathema nods. "Yeah. Thanks!"

Myrtle smiles, slightly. "Alright. Will you - come back?"

Anathema's smile doesn't waver. "We're gonna be busy for a bit, but I walk pretty near here after one of my classes and can say hi then."

Myrtle nods. "Okay. I'll let you know if I think of something else, then..."

"Aw, thanks!" Anathema says, grinning. "You're a really big help."

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And off.

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Off!

They should make sure Professor Reynolds knows about this...

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Good idea.

And they need to get lunch at some point too.

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