if she had a choice, a proper choice, she would rather have perished in whatever black infinity death had to offer her. she had been young———- she would always be young and her sadness had overwhelmed her. the decision was out of her hands, no true consent given whatsoever. naturally, myrtle’s come to hate it quite immensely ( not that she’ll give the boy the satisfaction of knowing that ). grimacing at him, she decides that perhaps loneliness might be superior company to him.
❝ i wasn’t always confined here, you know. it’s a punishment, a dreadful one. i do what i can now, but there’s nothing quite like popping up when someone who deserves the scare least expects it. ❞
SOMETHING CLOSE TO A SMILE TUGGED AT THE CORNER OF HIS LIPS for the first time since their conversation began.
‘ are you telling me you think you’re scary? ’ how quick severus was to forget how his heart skipped a beat when her eerie voice first filled the bathroom ! ( in his defense, one would expect an empty bathroom to be just that : empty )slytherins are proud ; the boy would die before admitting he would’ve even let out a small yelp had she caught him with a lower guard. ‘ if you need to believe that to, well, die another day, then suit yourself. ’
