Post by Albus Potter on Mar 9, 2010 20:48:50 GMT -5
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The moment he did, he heard a stall door open and there was a wind, blowing out all of the lamps. "WHO TURNED ON THE LIGHTS?!" the voice squealed and Albus recoiled. Standing, or rather floating, in front of him was a ghost with black hair, robes, and black rimmed glasses. "I-I-uh, I-I didn't mean to!" Albus stuttered, his eyes going wide. "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?" the ghost asked, then she looked at him, floating closer to him. "You look familiar.. Let me think. Black hair, green eyes. BLOODY HELL! You're that boy... You're Harry Potter's son!"[/i] Albus looked at the ghost girl. How did she know who he was? Especially being cooped up inside of this damp and misty bathroom all the time. "Yes. I am. And you would be?"
"Who am I? WHO am I? I am MOANING MURTLE!" Yes! That's who she was! Albus's father had told him about her. She had some kind of obsession with him or something, right? Albus was just about to ask Murtle about it when the bathroom door creaked open. "AHHHHHH!"[/i] Murtle screeched, plunging back into her toilet stall. Albus rolled his eyes and turned around, looking at the person.[/size][/blockquote][/ul]
