If there was one place that Aleksa should have given more attention to, it should have been this place.
The legendary out of order bathroom that Moaning Myrtle at one point had haunted. Aleksa couldn't say whether she was pleased or upset that she had never met the poor ghost, the only thing she could say for sure was that she was no where to be found anymore. You'd think that after a ghost that had been haunting the place was gone, they'd do something to fix it up.
From the moment she had stepped into the bathroom, it was clear to Aleksa that no such movement had been made. There was a strange aura to the bathroom that she liked, though. Maybe it was best to keep this particular bathroom as it was, in memory of the ghost girl who had once inhabited it. She would say she felt sorry for her, but it would be a lie. What happened to her was terrible, from the stories she had heard, but as always Aleksa shrugged all of it off. She should feel some sort of connection to it herself, considering she was 'muggleborn' herself, except she wasn't. That was just how she had been raised and she refused to believe that was basically the same thing.
She supposed she'd taken so long to come around this bathroom because she had been scared of it at one point, thinking Myrtle was still there or something of the sort. But curiosity had finally gotten the better of her and she stood in front of one of the many dirty mirrors, her head tilted to the side as she touched and played with her curly locks.
by Aleksa Carlevaro Tue Apr 25, 2017 2:03 am
