Girls Only!! (That includes you Misters Potter and Weasley!) A funny inscription etched on the door with a potions knife reminds us all of the great deeds Harry Potter and his friends performed during their time at Hogwarts.


OOC Note: All SS Board Rules and School Rules apply in this bathroom. Violators may be punished both OOC and IC should they break any of those rules.

Alcemee walked into the Girl's Bathroom, looking for Myrtle.

Amy walked out of the toilet and went to wash her hands when he was finished she looked into the mirror and said to yourself you can do it it's just gulp maths that's all you will not bunk you will go, stay and learn. She took a deep breath, tied her hair into a bun, tucking tendrils behind her ear and walked to the uhhh arithmacy lesson

Ainra looked at the girl in front of the mirror and rolled her eyes. what's her problem? she thought, annoyedly. "Could you please move?" She asked after a minute, trying to not be rude but clearly failing.

Amy turned around she was really starting to get annoyed by this girl there are other mirrors she said pointing the the 20 or so mirrors and walking out, sheesh that girl belongs in Slytherin NOT gryfindor

Yes but this one's the best. She thought, as she looked at all the other mirrors which had cracks in them. She rolled her eyes at herself. She really needed to stop this attitude she was getting. She wasn't really a mean person. Taking a deep breathe she tied her hair in a ponytail, and decided to apologize to the girl later.

Amy ran into the bathroom, sloppy tears falling down her face, she stormed into one of the toilets and slid down onto the floor her head in her face, crying noisy, uncontrolable tears

Rhea had turned off into the bathroom on her way from class. She was washing her hands when she heard sobbing coming from one of the cubicles. At first she thought it was Myrtle and was about to leave but some how it sounded a bit different and less..well..creepy.

She went to the cubicle and knocked hoping that myrtle wouldn't pop out at her
"Hello, are you ok in there?"

When she heard the voice Amys sobs jerked off in seconds and she dried her tears, yeah, I'm fine, she said, shakily

Rhea frowned. The person was obviously not fine or they wouldn't be sobbing in the girl's bathroom. Records showed that it really wasn't a good place to go when one was upset. She stood rooted to the spot.
"yes well you don't sound very fine to me. Do you want to talk?" she asked kindly. Sometimes that's all people really needed to feel better. Someone to listen and she was in no rush to get to her other class anyways.

Amy scrubbed her eyes and hiccuped quietly, forcing herself to stop crying, she stood up and opened the door to the girl, she smiled at her, no really I'm fine, she said, not truly beliving herself, just problems with friends and homesickness and..stuff, Simon and Jay she finished up lamley

Rhea was waiting outside the cublice when it finally open. Oh it was a little first year. She said she was fine and Rhea couldn't tell her she wasn't. Maybe all she needed to do was have a little cry. Hopefully she felt better now?
"Ok well if you're sure that you're fine. I'll leave you..." she said tentatively. She wasn't sure if it was a good idea to leave a crying firstie in the bathroom.
"But if you eevr need to talk you can find me, I'll always have time." She smiled and winked at the younger girl. She had pretty much been through all the stuff already, getting used to school and all that so she could relate.

Amy smiled at the girl warmly, I will, thank you, she waved at the girl as she walked out the bathroom, oh I never found out her name, she thought, annoyed she walked to the mirror and cleaned up her face and re applied her mascara and eyeshadow before plumping her face, slinging her bag over her shoulder and walking out to the lake again

It was nice being happy in school now, Lori wasn't always feeling down nor thinking of that summers events. She was just being ... Lori, and getting through sixth year, day by day, minute by minute.

After a short while of wandering the castle, Lori had decided to go and check her reflection, anything to get away from students in the corridors and stuff. They got annoying after a while.

So, there she stood, looking in the mirror at herself, at the fake smile she was putting on, and that silly two plaits thing she had going on. Siiiigh

Lip-gloss time!

Gold had LOTS to study but, to be honest, she didn't want to. She felt like she had just stepped out of the exam hall, what with OWL's and everything, and right into a pile of textbooks.

Which was why she entered this place, now. To apply a coat of SHINY! lip-gloss and, you know, not think of schoolwork, for a while. It was sort of refreshing. Lip-gloss, not the schoolwork.

... and guess who she saw.

"Lori Louu!" She totally tackled the girl, lip-gloss and all that sort of stuff forgotten. Lor was way more important.

"You are all so LOUUUUUUUUD," Myrtle wailed, splashing up through the toilet.

"Is that why you're here? 'Let's go drive Myrtle CRAZY'? You think it's FUN to TORMENT poor Myrtle? HMMMMMM?"

Myrtle flew down to each girl, huffing in their faces before moving on to the next.

Pouting a bit at her reflection, Lori dropped the smile she had been forcing, and ran a hand down one of her plaits. MEH. She wanted her bed, and Mr. Glitter, her teddy. And Adam. And Goldie. And Brody, and Torin. Even kiddo toooo.

She was aware that someone was now in there, and picked up her bag; getting ready to leave. Until she saw heard who it was. "Goldieeeeeeeeeeee!" The brunette squeaked, dropping her bag once more, and turning juuuust in time to be tackled and then she giggled, hugging at her bff.

"Oh... Goldie."

SQUEEEEEAK. What the ruddy hell was THAT?

Lori squealed a bit as someONE wailed and then folded her arms. "What are you, a BANSHEEEE? We're having a bff moment here."

"Loriiii!" Gold returned, hugging Lor close. "I've missed you. Where have you been? There is SO much we need to ta -"

She paused.

What was with Myrtle?

"You're already crazy," she pointed out, cheerfully. "I couldn't possibly drive you to a worse point. Besides, you ruined a BFF moment. That's not very nice of you." She pouted, before turning back to Lor and their ruined BFF moment, and all. Bad Myrtle.

"What have you been up to?"

"You're all so MEAN," Myrtle said sadly, no longer yelling. "Calling me names like banshee and crazy."

She floated up toward the ceiling and hovered there, looking down. "This is MY loo. You can't have your BFF moments here. Not allowed." Because Myrtle didn't have a BFF, no one could.

Aww.

"I'm sorry," Gold said, pouting a bit. "Come down and play with us? I'll be nice, I promise." Too bad Myrtle couldn't eat, or Gold would have offered her a chocolate frog. She knew that, if she did that right now, the ghost would most likely throw a tantrum, or something.

- - Besides, it just wasn't right to offer someone, dead or not, a chocolate frog in a loo. It. Just. Wasn't.

Lori giggled once, as she tightened her grip around her red-headed bff. Gah. She had missed these hugs, SO much. No-one else had Goldie hugs. No-one. She hadn't even a chance to reply to Gold's half-finished sentence because of this annoying ghostie. *FLAIL*

"You wailed like a banshee, and you are crazy, you live in a LOO!" Lori pointed out, giving the ghostie a little thumbs up.

She went to reply to Goldie, but Myrtle interrupted her again. Not allowed BFF moments. "Excuse me, Myrtle? We'll have our BFF moments wherever we want to, you get that?" This was Goldori time.

Gold placed a gentle hand on Lori's shoulder, to calm her down. "It's not her fault," she said, quietly. It must be horrible, to be a victim of some idiot like Voldemort. That said, it was Myrtle's fault that she didn't make herself useful, or at least loved. Even liked.

"You still have to tell me what you've been up to," She held Lori's hand, and swung her arm a bit. Because that was fun. Not to mention, she didn't want her bestie upset. She hated it when someone - or something - annoyed Lori Louu. That just wasn't right.

"I have news for you." She might as well tell Lori, before Myrtle got all angry and perhaps started yelling, again. Or maybe they just needed to leave this place, and find a quieter, cleaner one.

Myrtle floated down just a little. "Everyone's always sorry, but they're mean first." Myrtle floated closer, skeptical of girls that pretty. They were always mean.

See? SEE? Mean, pretty girls. "You're all the saaaaame. Always mean to Myrtle. It's not my fault I DIED, you know. No one's my friend. No one likes poor Myrtle. Go away Myrtle. Why are you here Myrtle? Always the same."

And with that, Myrtle floated up and "sat" in the bend by the window, sneaking sad peeks at all the pretty girls who had friends.

Poor Myrtle.

Gold frowned. "You weren't exactly acting very friendly," she said, crossing her arms against her chest, to look at the ghost. "If you'll be friendly, we'll be friendly. Nobody here has anything against you, Myrtle. It's respect for respect, and love for love."

She shrugged. Maybe it was too much to expect Myrtle to understand. Or maybe it wasn't. She had given it a shot, though.

"Come here?" She glanced at the ghost. "You can talk to us, if you want to, we -- I don't mind." She couldn't speak for Lori Louu. But Lor was nice, and wouldn't have said anything to Myrtle, if Myrtle hadn't yelled, Gold knew that. "You'll have to make an effort, if you want friends, Myrtle."

Seriously.

Lori grinned at Goldie and shrugged. "I met my birth mum and all that -- went a bit wrong. Long stoooory. Involves a bit of a breakdown, and putting the rest of my siblings into care." Siiigh. Now she felt bad again.

GAH. Myrtle, the moaner. "I wasn't being mean, actually. I was being nice, in a negative way. And you starteddd ittttt." The brunette stuck her tongue out at Miss Ghostie, and then looked over at her bff, being all ... Goldie.

"I'll be nice if she willlll." There. That was Lori's truce.