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"Mind telling me why we are brewing this potion in girls' lavatory, in broad daylight? " Ron asked, looking around.
" Because no one ever comes in here. " Hermione says and Y/n chuckled, leaning against Harry's shoulder.
" Why? "
" Moaning Myrtle. " Hermione replies, emptying a cup in the steaming cauldron in front of her. " Who? "
" Moaning Myrtle. " Y/n repeated, noticing the ghost behind Ron. " I'm Moaning Myrtle. Of course, you won't know me. Who will know about ugly, moaning, moping Myrtle? "
Ron paled, pressing himself against the stall as the girl screamed, crashing into a U bend with a splash.
" She's a little sensitive. " Hermione says, smiling slightly that made Y/n giggle. " Yes, of course. A little. "
Harry chuckled. Once they were done for the day, they immediately sneaked out and hurried back to the common room. Y/n stopped by the notice board.
" Look at this! " She called, causing her three best friends to return by her side. " All students from first to third year are to be present at the Great Hall tonight at seven. It's mandatory. "
" What do you think they'll be doing after dinner? " Y/n frowned as she read again, shrugging. " I bet it's Lockhart. "
-:-:-
After Dinner.
-:-:-
" Told ya! " Y/n said, spitting Lockhart on a big table. All the tables from the Great Hall were disappeared, leaving one big table at the center, Lockhart walking around on it.
Students huddled around him, girls pushing around to stay at the front. Y/n rolled her eyes at that.
" Gross! " Y/n comments as she saw Lockhart took off his cloak, throwing it at the group of girls, who fought for it, squealing.
" You'll be the only sane girl here not swooning over that hag, N/n. " Ron said, eyeing Hermione sharply that made Y/n share a smirk with Harry.
" You're thinking what I'm thinking? "
Harry grinned. " Definitely. " The two were interrupted by Lockhart's throat clear.
" In the light of recent dark events, Dumbledore has allowed me to open this duelling club. Meet my assistant, Professor Snape. " He says and Y/n scoffed, " More like he's the assistant. Not that Professor Snape needs one-"
Harry nudged her and Y/n went quite, trying not to laugh at Lockhart's face, so she figured he heard her.
" Don't worry, you lot, you'll still have your Potions master when I'm done with him. " Lockhart announed.
