tactless, just as she expects him to be, myrtle huffs in response rather than remarking about how spoiled he is with his heartbeat and his breathing. if he wanted peace and quiet, he could find it with the other living students. biting back yet another verbal blow, the ghost makes herself comfortable sitting on the window ledge.
❝ if you think that it’s a choice, you’ll be in for a dreadful surprise. ❞
the thought seems almost to comfort her, and her ashy-purple lips turn up into a grin. there’s something sinister about her smile, and the laugh that sounds too similar to a sob.
❝ but i make my own fun. ❞
WHAT WOULD HE DO was he in her shoes ? many craved eternity, & what she lived ( or rather, died) was without a doubt something of the sort. severus had no idea how he would even manage having that amount of time in his hands. right now, all he wanted was for the hours & days to fast forward to better years ( that is, if they were to come at all) —- but tedious infinity ? he’d pass. the idea of being unable to control his own fate in that aspect was still enough to send an ominous chill down his spine.
‘ i imagine there are certain boundaries to your fun though. how much can you even do stuck in a bathroom beside bothering whoever comes in (& i do believe that doesn’t happen that often )? ‘
