𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 (OC x OC)

[002] Chapter 27

Makayla

I've been thinking about what Aragog said all afternoon. The girl who was killed by the monster died in a bathroom. It could be any of these bathrooms in the castle. So off I go, scavenging through the girls bathrooms wherever I can find one, looking for someone who knows something. There's only one bathroom left, though, and it's the one that no one wants to go into. I'm not scared, though, I'm full of pride. I'm not scared of anything.

I take a deep breath before walking into the bathroom, then pause at the sound of men in here. What the hell? Does the word 'women's' not mean anything to people anymore?

"We came to ask you how you died," a familiar voice states.

"Oh! It was dreadful," Myrtle exclaims, "and it happened right here in this cubicle," she points below her. "I was made fun of by a girl in my house and then I ran here, crying in this cubicle. Someone walked in and I said, 'Go away!' but there was no answer. I went out to repeat what I said... And I died."

"How?" the same voice asks.

"Well, I don't know," she says softly. "All I remember is a pair of great, big, yellow eyes. My whole body sort of seized up, then I floated away."

"That's quite the story, Myrtle," I walk in. The men revealed themselves as they all turn around as slow as they both can in unison. It's kind of entertaining, if I say so myself–being able to scare people. Usually I find it funny when it's people like Louis or Draco, sometimes even Jordyn. The amuse on my face disappears when I see Harry, Ron, and Professor Lockhart. "Okay, what the hell?"

"Makayla..." Ron starts, "We can explain."

"Explain what?" I ask, my jaw tensing up as I look at Professor Lockhart, taking Harry's wand from his neck. "Why you're in the girls' lavatory talking to Moaning Myrtle holding your wands to a Professor's neck?"

"He was going to leave us!" Harry raises his voice. "He promised that he was going to help stop the Heir of Slytherin from doing any more harm, and we found him packing his bags to leave."

"Then," Ronald adds, "we found out that everything he put in his books was fake!"

I look at Professor Lockhart, narrowing my stare, "Is that true?"

"Well, it's not a lie..." Gilderoy murmurs.

I let my tongue trace the inside of my mouth, handing Harry his wand back as he returns the tip of the wand to Lockhart's neck.

"You know what's sad?" I ask.

He sighs, clearly annoyed with me already, "What?"

"So many people in this school were motivated by you, and you just let them all down."

His gaze softens. Not in the way of those romance books that you read. It's like someone he trusted just stabbed him in the stomach and twisted the knife. Good, because that's exactly what he did to everyone in this school.

Okay, maybe it isn't that ironic or serious, but seriously, he took credit for other people's work. Coming from someone who creates art, I would kill someone if they stole my work. That's what Gildoroy Lockhart just did. And I hope someone kills him for it.

Louis

Okay, listen. I have every reason to go into the girls' lavatory. The whole story is that Jordyn and Annelise wanted me to look for Makayla because no one had seen her all night. They were starting to get worried, so I have been scouting throughout the school for the past hour. I'd go into the dark forest to find her if I had to.

I open the door and it lets the loudest creak out. Merlin. As I open the door, I hear voices settle down. It sounds like at least two boys and one girl. Okay, that's weird. Why are there boys in the girls' bathroom? I mean, I'm a boy in the girls' bathroom, but I'm looking for someone.

"Hello?" I shout into the bathroom, walking further inside the spacious room. Panicked whispers break out as my footsteps grow closer.

I come out from behind the wall and am shocked to see Harry, Ron, Professor Lockhart, and... Makayla. Why is Makayla with them?

Note from Annelise: You get jealous over Professor Lockhart a little too easily.

"Louis—I—uhm," Makayla stammers. I wonder if I should chuckle or ask questions. When Makayla expresses her nervousness, I wonder if she's acting. I am aware that she has a passion for that. She has to get her lying skills from somewhere. I don't expect her to be truthful about her nervousness to see me. She hates me, or at least that's what people have been telling me for the last three years.

I decide to do the second option and ask questions, "Where have you been? We've been looking for you?"

"Listen–"

"Guys!" I hear Harry Potter exclaim from the sinks. Makayla and I look over and see him pointing at one of the faucets. I watch Makayla walk over to him and look at the faucet.

"It's the Slytherin logo..."

"Do it," Ron says. "One of you!"

"Do what?" Makayla turns back to the red haired boy whose face is frightened.

"Do your parseltongue thing!"

Harry and Makayla look at each other, as if they're bargaining over who gets the honor to open the secret compartment in the girls' sinks. They don't get a lot of time to do so, because Professor Lockhart then shouts, "No! I will not let you wreak any more havoc on Hogwarts! You shall not open the Chamber of Secrets!"

"The only Chamber of Secrets I see right now is your stupid mouth," Makayla says with her usual attitude. I nearly laugh, then start to wonder why she said something like that. I thought that she was one of the girls that liked him. I guess not?

"You do it, Makayla," Harry says.

She takes a deep breath and starts speaking in parseltongue. This is the first time I've seen it up close. I don't know if I'm petrified or mesmerized. She's focused. I love when she's focused. She is always too busy to notice me staring at her, wondering what it's like to know her. I mean, I do know her, but it'd be nice for her to know me, too.

My thoughts are obliterated at the abrupt shaking from the sinks. Makayla opened the Chamber of Secrets.