Post by molly justice weasley on Jul 23, 2014 21:42:14 GMT
Molly. Had locked herself in the second floor girls bathroom. It would have been a nice bathe room, Molly thought, if Myrtle hadn't kept it so flooded. Instead it was dreary and run down because there weren't many people who would take care of it. And why should they? The depressed ghost would just flood it again. Molly wasn't sure why the ghost acted that way. She would complain about not having visitors and but she didn't exactly make the bathroom an inviting place. Sure there was the random first year who unknowingly wandered in just to get yelled at for their intrusion. Or an errant student who just couldn't hold it any longer.
And them there were people like Molly, who used this bathroom as a hideout of sorts. When students didn't want someone knowing their business, this is where they came. In Molly's case, the red-head was sitting in an unusually dry corner against a window, sipping firewhiskey from a silver flask. She was actually pretty proud of this flask, or at lest she would have been if she had told anyone about it. She had gotten it on a trip with a friend, sneaked it around her and brought it home. She had successfully hidden it from her parents and her sister, then snuck it into her trunk and smuggled it into school. The flask almost always held alcohol and she very rarely left her dorm without it.
The red haired girl had developed the habit in her fifth year, and it had only gotten worse. Up until now she has been able to hide the problem from her family and friends, but she was beginning to slip up here and there. Part of the problem was that she genuinely believed she needed this in order to relax.
Molly took a long sip and watched as rain poured down outside. She hadn't locked the bathroom door very hard. Just enough to stall someone. She bit on her bottom lip and took another drink. Then she thought she heard Myrtle moan. "Oh shut up Myrtle." she said before she realized the noise was outside. She quickly put her flask in her bag and looked out the window, hoping she looked normal enough that no one would suspect why she was here.
And them there were people like Molly, who used this bathroom as a hideout of sorts. When students didn't want someone knowing their business, this is where they came. In Molly's case, the red-head was sitting in an unusually dry corner against a window, sipping firewhiskey from a silver flask. She was actually pretty proud of this flask, or at lest she would have been if she had told anyone about it. She had gotten it on a trip with a friend, sneaked it around her and brought it home. She had successfully hidden it from her parents and her sister, then snuck it into her trunk and smuggled it into school. The flask almost always held alcohol and she very rarely left her dorm without it.
The red haired girl had developed the habit in her fifth year, and it had only gotten worse. Up until now she has been able to hide the problem from her family and friends, but she was beginning to slip up here and there. Part of the problem was that she genuinely believed she needed this in order to relax.
Molly took a long sip and watched as rain poured down outside. She hadn't locked the bathroom door very hard. Just enough to stall someone. She bit on her bottom lip and took another drink. Then she thought she heard Myrtle moan. "Oh shut up Myrtle." she said before she realized the noise was outside. She quickly put her flask in her bag and looked out the window, hoping she looked normal enough that no one would suspect why she was here.
