'How are you, Myrtle?' said Hermione, in a falsely bright voice. 'It's nice to see you out of the toilet.'
Myrtle sniffed.
'Miss Granger was just talking about you –' said Peeves slyly in Myrtle's ear.
'Just saying – saying – how nice you look tonight,' said Hermione, glaring at Peeves.
Myrtle eyed Hermione suspiciously.
'You're making fun of me,' she said, silver tears welling rapidly in her small, see-through eyes.
'No – honestly – didn't I just say how nice Myrtle's looking?' said Hermione, nudging Harry and Ron painfully in the ribs.
'Oh, yeah ...'
'She did ...'
'Don't lie to me,' Myrtle gasped, tears now flooding down her face, while Peeves chuckled happily over her shoulder. 'D'you think I don't know what people call me behind my back? Fat Myrtle! Ugly Myrtle! Miserable, moaning, moping Myrtle!'
Amelia frowned. Bullying was a big problem back in America but sadly often ignored. She had hoped Britain would have been better on the issue.
'You've missed out "spotty",' Peeves hissed in her ear.
Moaning Myrtle burst into anguished sobs and fled from the dungeon. Peeves shot after her, pelting her with mouldy peanuts, yelling, 'Spotty! Spotty!'
'Oh, dear,' said Hermione sadly.
'I'll be back don't leave the party without me!' Amelia ran after Myrtle the ghost of the Hufflepuff boy flying out the door after.
Nearly Headless Nick now drifted towards them through the crowd.
'Enjoying yourselves?'
'Oh, yes,' they lied.
'Not a bad turnout,' said Nearly Headless Nick proudly. 'The
Wailing Widow came all the way up from Kent ... It's nearly time for my speech, I'd better go and warn the orchestra ...'
The orchestra, however, stopped playing at that very moment. They, and everyone else in the dungeon, fell silent, looking around in excitement, as a hunting horn sounded.
'Oh, here we go,' said Nearly Headless Nick bitterly.
Through the dungeon wall burst a dozen ghost horses, each ridden by a headless horseman. The assembly clapped wildly; Harry started to clap too, but stopped quickly at the sight of Nick's face.
The horses galloped into the middle of the dance floor and halted, rearing and plunging; a large ghost at the front, whose
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Amelia Potter and the Chamber of Secrets PART 1
FanficPlease read my first book, Amelia Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. PART 1 and PART 2 first or none of the following will make sense. Thank you. This story is marked CREATIVE COMMONS ATTRIBUTION not becouse I wish for people to rewrite my work but b...
