Loki Odinson and the Chamber of Secrets

Chapter 6; A Little Secret

    (Told from Loki's point of view)

October had arrived, and despite my ambition to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team, I didn't dare visit the Gryffindor's training sessions. That was due to the fact that nearly all of the sessions took place in the pouring rain. I really wasn't looking forward to that part of playing Quidditch.

I was, however, looking forward to the Halloween feast. Unfortunately, Harry broke the news to me that Nearly Headless Nick wanted us to come to his 500 deathday party, which was on the day of the feast. It's like a birthday party, but it celebrates the fact that you're dead. I found it pointless, but Hermione, Harry and Ron we're all going, so I reluctantly agreed.

Harry also found out something about Filch while he was in his office. Turns out he had a Kwikspell pamphlet in his drawer, perhaps owing to the fact that he wasn't a proper wizard. When I considered it, I couldn't recount a single time in which Filch used a wand.

Harry seemed to regret his rash promise to go to the deathday party once Halloween arrived. Hermione continued to remind him that "a promise is a promise," which I really hoped she didn't.

So instead of following the crowd that gushed into the great hall for Halloween, we instead headed toward the dungeons through a hallway lit with dim torches.

As we approached the dungeon, I started to hear the sound of what seemed like a thousand nails scraping a large blackboard. It blew my mind to think that this was supposed to be music.

When we actually entered the room, the sight was somewhere between magnificent and horrifying. A hundred or so ghosts were shimmering in the candlelight, gliding around the room.

"Well." I said, announcing our presence. Nearly Headless Nick glided over to us.

"Welcome to my Deathday Party." He said somberly. "So glad you could make it."

"My pleasure." Harry said politely, although I could tell he was lying through his teeth.

Nearly headless Nick gestured us further inside.

"Shall we have a look around?" Hermione asked, glancing nervously at the other ghosts. We started to shuffle around the place awkwardly, trying not to walk through anyone.

Suddenly, Hermione backtracked quickly. "Oh, I don't want to talk to Moaning Myrtle, come on, now!" She whispered.

"Who?" Harry asked.

"She haunts a toilet in the girl's bathroom on the first floor." Hermione explains. "It's always out of order because she's been flooding the place, it's awful trying to use it when she's in there."

"I knew about her already." I commented. I regretted saying that the moment it was out of my mouth.

The other three turned toward me. "How?"

"Oh..." I muttered. "Well, I... uh..." I didn't know how to tell them this.

"What?" Hermione urged.

"Ok, fine. Half the time I use the girls bathroom as opposed to the boys." I admitted. "Why? Well because... I do what I want."

That didn't sound as cool as I had envisioned it in my head. "It's no big deal, I just—"

"Are you a pervert?" Hermione questioned.

"No!" I said, offended. "It's just that I prefer to use those, because they're more private. I'm not comfortable... you know what I mean, right?"

I could tell my face was bright red at the moment. I kept the real reason a secret, tucked away from all the people who would judge me.

"I can't say I do know what you mean." Ron said.