Poor Moaning Myrtle

The Summer Holidays

A small girl was sitting by a dry, abandoned creek on a large property that looked more like the Savannah. A light breeze was blowing across the countryside, ruffling the dry, brown grass as well as the girl's hair. As the breeze died down, the girl's light brown hair fell back into two, perfect pig tails and out of the way of her steel rimmed glasses that she got last week.

The girl was deep in thought about Hogwarts (a school of witchcraft and wizardry). Yes, she was a witch, a Ravenclaw going into second year. She was thinking about the time when she got her letter informing her that she had a place in the school.

Dear Miss Myrtle Warren,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. The term begins on the 1st of September. We await your owl by no later than the 31st of July.

Your sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

Sometimes Myrtle wondered if Hogwarts was the right place for her. She was often teased for being over- sensitive. But Myrtle couldn't help it. As much as she tried, she could NOT bottle up her emotions. It was in her blood. She had been thinking over whether her glasses would change things. Although they weren't the pretties of glasses, they suited her. The more Myrtle though about it, the better the next year at Hogwarts appeared to be. She thought that is she had cool glasses, maybe, just maybe she would stop being teased. If she passed the test with Olive Hornby, then there was no way that the rest of the school could disagree. Myrtle didn't see how Olive could call these glasses uncool.

She fell back onto the dry grass that disintegrated under her and began to daydream.