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astrocat · 06-28-2021, 08:07 PM

SPOILER!!: Remy

See, Ash had a near-perfect memory, and she knew what Moaning Myrtle sounded like. This kid's impression was... not entirely horrible. Like the ghost, the voice sounded like a teenage girl. That was about how far the resemblance went. Whoever was in the stall wasn't crying. That probably meant it wasn't the ghost.

Ash was now 100% sure that this was not, in fact, Moaning Myrtle.

How did she know that? The person making ghost sounds had fallen out of the stall, and Ash could see them. She didn't know the girl, but she had seen her around in classes. Which meant that she was probably a living person.

Logic.

Ash remained looking in the mirror, still scared to look away. She could see the girl from here and it looked cool to talk to her without looking (and Ash loved being cool). There was really no reason to turn around.

"Most people can't seem to resist scaring me for laughs," Ash commented in a calm but rather cold tone of voice. Then, she laughed. Her laugh was bubbly this time, like a fizzy soda overflowing a cup or a tumbling stream or something. There were lots of ways to describe it. None of those descriptions would involve kindness, but hey... It wasn't a mean laugh at all. The best way to describe it was "amused, whether amusement is acceptable in this context or not." It all depended on the context. Right now, Ash was laughing because the girl had fallen over. That could be interpreted as mean. But given that the girl behind her had likely been trying to scare her, Ash thought the laugh was entirely deserved. Surely the girl would realize that too. If not, then... whatever. This interaction could go in several ways. Some of them were good. And some weren't. That was how life worked.

"Who are you, exactly?" Because they hadn't met. And she was definitely not Moaning Myrtle. Ash was completely sure of that.

06-28-2021, 08:07 PM	#43 (permalink)
astrocat Puffskein Join Date: Jul 2020 Location: New York City Posts: 2,177 Hogwarts RPG Name: Cameron Rhodes Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoebe Calypso [s]Dupont[/s] Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Fox-Matthews Hufflepuff Second Year	Which came first, the phoenix or the flame? SPOILER!!: Remy Quote: Originally Posted by Emzily Remy’s eyebrow lifted at the initial response from the girl. Was that sarcasm? Really? There could be ANYONE in here with her. She felt she had to up her scaring game if she was going to succeed at this, so she tapped a little faster and a little louder, wondering if it would be too much to make ghost noises too. Ahhh, why not? “*OoooOOOOOooo… get out of my bathrooooOoooom.” Remy tried her best ghostly, Moaning Myrtle voice. She hadn’t actually encountered the ghost herself, thankfully, because she figured she’d be terrified and never return here again if she did. What a sad place to spend your days, she thought. Remy pressed her forehead against the bathroom door, careful not to get her lips near the icky frame, to give the ghost sounds a bit more range, but oops, the door hadn’t clicked shut and she stumbled forwards onto the ground with a BUMP. The Gryffindor froze for a moment before looking up at her victim. Remy hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting this girl before but she knew exactly who she was - Ash Fox. She was good with faces and names. Without thinking about it much, Remy burst into a fit of laughter as she stood herself back up. “Sorry, sorry… I’m really sorry. I couldn’t resist.” Hopefully the girl would be cool about it… See, Ash had a near-perfect memory, and she knew what Moaning Myrtle sounded like. This kid's impression was... not entirely horrible. Like the ghost, the voice sounded like a teenage girl. That was about how far the resemblance went. Whoever was in the stall wasn't crying. That probably meant it wasn't the ghost. Ash was now 100% sure that this was not, in fact, Moaning Myrtle. How did she know that? The person making ghost sounds had fallen out of the stall, and Ash could see them. She didn't know the girl, but she had seen her around in classes. Which meant that she was probably a living person. Logic. Ash remained looking in the mirror, still scared to look away. She could see the girl from here and it looked cool to talk to her without looking (and Ash loved being cool). There was really no reason to turn around. "Most people can't seem to resist scaring me for laughs,"* Ash commented in a calm but rather cold tone of voice. Then, she laughed. Her laugh was bubbly this time, like a fizzy soda overflowing a cup or a tumbling stream or something. There were lots of ways to describe it. None of those descriptions would involve kindness, but hey... It wasn't a mean laugh at all. The best way to describe it was "amused, whether amusement is acceptable in this context or not." It all depended on the context. Right now, Ash was laughing because the girl had fallen over. That could be interpreted as mean. But given that the girl behind her had likely been trying to scare her, Ash thought the laugh was entirely deserved. Surely the girl would realize that too. If not, then... whatever. This interaction could go in several ways. Some of them were good. And some weren't. That was how life worked. "Who are you, exactly?" Because they hadn't met. And she was definitely not Moaning Myrtle. Ash was completely sure of that.