Moaning Myrtle's Lavatory

Moaning Myrtle's Lavatory
second floor of hogwarts

Deemed the gloomiest, most depressing bathroom in Hogwarts, this bathroom is home to Moaning Myrtle, who you can often hear bawling her eyes out from one of the stalls. It is situated on the second floor of Hogwarts Castle, just above the Great Hall. It had been out of order ever since Myrtle's death, and she's been situated in the bathroom ever since the Ministry intervened when she began haunting an old Hogwarts bully. This bathroom also holds the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets, but you'd need to be a parseltongue to get in through there.

Marisha Gorski

ravenclaw, seventh year § head girl
ateleia

After finishing her rounds after dinner, Marisha found herself in the abandoned lavatory trying to get Myrtle to talk again. Sometimes she will. Other times she won't and she sits and wails. After cleaning the floor, she lays out a thin blanket and sits against the cold stone wall, waiting for the ghost to get done with her sob session in order to talk to her. Until then, she busies herself by beginning to review the materials for her Magical Theory course, levitating the textbook to prevent pushing her head too far forward and messing with her posture. A short hum later and she's found the right page, starting to mumble under her breath as she she cross references the contents to the notes she wrote that morning. She's started to go to the library at 4am instead of 5am because her new responsibilities have stolen more of her time in the evening and the result has been slightly worse notes- or so she's found from feeling a bit more behind in lecture. Maybe her mind isn't all there too. A lot has happened and she has been pushing it to the side. To do that even further, she would much rather think it's her notes that are the problem.

Rayy Stone

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

Rayyan is busy familiarizing themselves again with the castle. After taking the year away, it's become a bit of a maze again to navigate and they've already forgotten about Moaning Myrtle somehow (sue them, they've had bigger things to keep in their mind), so when they hear the loud crying coming from the abandoned bathroom, they immediately duck their head in before realizing that it's just the ghost. They *do*, however, spot Mitzi a bit belatedly and the shock of seeing another person nearly gives them a heart attack. "Holy shit," Rayy mutters, hoping they didn't startle her. They recognize her as another one of the students who seems to live at the library with them, and she isn't one of the *annoying* ones either who plays music a bit too loud or chit chats with their study group even if the library is supposed to be *quiet*. "Uhh... You good?" they ask. A bathroom with a wailing ghost does not exactly seem like the most conducive environment for learning.

Marisha Gorski

ravenclaw, seventh year § head girl
ateleia

Marisha glances up at them, leaving the textbook falling with a large thunk into her lap. She winces and turns her attention back down in order to make sure it's all together. Her textbooks tend to be very organized and pristine, never having a tear or papers hanging out of them and she wants them to stay that way. When she's sure it's fine, she tilts her head towards the other student again and smiles. "Oh, she's fine," she tells them. Even when she knows they meant *her*, she doesn't correct her statement. It would be too embarrassing. "Myrtle just has a lot of emotion. Poor girl." Mitzi frowns for a moment as she glances over the stall with the shaky door. "Were you planning on staying here? I don't mind, but also don't feel tempted to stay."

Rayy Stone

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

Rayy steps into the bathroom a bit hesitantly. "No, I just wanted to check on the commotion." they say, looking around to see if they can figure out which stall Myrtle has locked herself away in. Once they realize it's the one at the end, they turn their attention back to Mitzi and clarify their earlier question. "I meant, are *you* good? People don't normally take to abandoned bathrooms to study." they say, "I think it's kind of a given that Myrtle is... never okay." Then, as if Myrtle could *hear* that last bit, her cries get louder and Rayy winces.

Marisha Gorski

ravenclaw, seventh year § head girl
ateleia

Marisha pouts at the louder cries, pulling her textbook in closer to her chest in her sadness and turning towards the stall once more. "Oh, you shouldn't say that. She's only fourteen," she tells them, leaning back against the stone and sighing. Her fingers fall underneath her fringe as she rubs the side of her face. "I think you should apologize." Mitzi withdraws her fingertips from her face and gestures towards the stall with her first two fingers. She's smiling to be polite, holding hope that whoever this student is will have a good heart. "Myrtle is my friend. I don't mind at all when she's emotional, so of course I'm good. We all have our emotions and our own ways of expressing them. That said, she is my friend and we would all be better off once given an apology." Not only does she not mind the expression of emotion, but her parents can sometimes fall into similar fits of emotion. She understands. She's not the perfect daughter. She's quite the troublemaker really. So, she smiles a bit wider to show it isn't necessarily a command and because honestly she's terrified they will refuse and push Myrtle even further.

Rayy Stone

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

They can't believe they're about to apologize to *Moaning Myrtle* of all people, but Marisha looks so sincere that they can't imagine anyone ever wanting to disappoint her. They take a deep breath and end up calling out a, "Sorry, Myrtle!" which seems to have been well received as the sounds of the crying subside. They can still hear a couple of sniffles, but anything is better than the wailing from a while ago. "Do you make friends with the ghosts often?" they tease, raising an eyebrow.

Marisha Gorski

ravenclaw, seventh year § head girl
ateleia

Marisha smiles, rather pleased and she starts to thank them before they tease her and her face falls. Her round cheek presses against her shoulder and the smile becomes a bit more shy before she raises her head and responds, "I spend most of my time with Myrtle or the- um, the boy in the library? As in, if I'm spending time with ghosts. I have other friends too!" Mitzi is careful not to say *living friends* because that made the other girl upset last year. Rightfully so. It was a translation error on her part. "Thank you for apologizing. A lot of people won't." There's an obvious disappointment in her voice at the thought of the run-ins she had during her fifth year. She genuinely is satisfied with Rayy's cooperation. "I'm Marisha, by the way. Think Marisha and Myrtle as in M&Ms, the Muggle candy." She laughs at herself even after coming to the realization that that was stupid.

Rayy Stone

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

"I love M&M's." they say immediately after, cracking a smile. "I'm Rayyan, but everyone calls me Rayy." They only ever use Rayyan when they're trying to be formal, but they prefer how Rayy sounds a bit less boring. "I think I've actually seen you talking to the ghost in the library." They actually remember it quite vividly; it had to be maybe 4AM? Typically the ghost boy is busy tutoring some of the first and second years during the afternoon, so Rayy knows it had to have been pretty late (or, well, pretty *early* for him to have chosen the company of someone in the older years). "He's nice, isn't he? I think he was a student before." Rayy has had the pleasure of talking to him once too but he doesn't seem to recall anything about his life, mostly just offering to proofread some of Rayy's essays when they're too sleepy to properly catch any mistakes. "He helps with assignments sometimes."

Marisha Gorski

ravenclaw, seventh year § head girl
ateleia

A special place in her heart belongs to the boy in the library. Rayy is right that she only really spends time with him in the mornings. It's certainly a benefit of starting the day so early and she supposes there aren't very many. "He *is* so nice!" *Poor child...* she almost adds, but bites her tongue. They might find her weird for holding so much compassion for the ghosts, but the student ghosts all have a hold on her and she is willing to admit that to herself. No one else needs to hear all of her wallowing about it and definitely not in Myrtle's presence anyways. "He's so nice..." Marisha repeats a bit quieter instead, eyes dropping down to the floor between her and the other student before glancing up and smiling at them. "I didn't know other students were around the library during those hours. I would have brought more treats then," she giggles although she isn't sure why. Mitzi often goes to the kitchens to get tea ready for her morning and would have made some for Rayy or other students. Maybe fruit with some sound-reducing charms on them too. Something for fuel for their mornings, she thinks.

Rayy Stone

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

Rayy is a bit taken aback at the mention of treats – while human kindness is definitely not an unfamiliar concept to them, it's still heartwarming whenever they see it in action. Marisha definitely seems like a good person, and they have no reason to think this is just a front. Rayy isn't suspicious of people like that. "Maybe I can try to bring something too." They have no idea *what*, of course, but they'll figure something out. If they really can't come up with anything, well, people always like it when you draw them, right? Maybe they could doodle something quick. "Maybe the next time I'm up that early I can try looking for you." they add, "I'm quiet, anyway. Won't be much of a bother. We can... share a table or something?" Rayy is a bit nervous about making the offer, but they see no reason why Marisha would say no, and it does motivate them to stay up and work when they see people around them being so diligent. Kind of like peer pressure.

Marisha Gorski

ravenclaw, seventh year § head girl
ateleia

Her smile widens into a grin, eyes sparkling at the thought. Marisha hasn't had company in the library since school resumed since *someone* isn't around anymore. She's missing a lot of important people lately, but that doesn't mean Rayy is just filling some void in her inner circle. They are becoming an addition to it and she's enthused at the thought. After all, they seem *so* nice. "I would *love* that! I never have any company. It's so miserable-" she starts before she can sense some invisible judgement and she slows down. "It's nice having someone around. I won't bother you." Her voice is still light, but it's a bit more grounded this time. It's better to ground herself and not get too carried away in a *what if*. It's possible they might not see each other at all and she doesn't want to be disappointed if it doesn't happen. This isn't a *promise*. Still, she remains excited at the thought.

Rayy Stone

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

Rayy looks pleased with themselves for having suggested it, and sits near her on the floor as they bring their phone out of their pocket. They feel a bit embarrassed since it's an old model and the screen is badly cracked, but it's still usable and that's what matters to Rayy. "Do you have Witchagram?" they ask, already opening the app. "We can follow each other, and I can DM you the next time I'm there. So we can find each other." Not that it will be hard, Rayy thinks – the library is quite literally a ghost town whenever it's that early, but exchanging Witchagrams makes them feel more assured in the fact that it will actually happen.

Marisha Gorski

ravenclaw, seventh year § head girl
ateleia

Marisha doesn't shift when they sit beside her because the closeness doesn't bother her, but she does become notably more body conscious. It isn't in her nature to notice their phone being an older model. Hers isn't necessarily *up to date* either, but it's in better shape. "I do! I-" She leans forward, pulling her bag closer to her and shuffling through its contents. She is rather organized, but her phone seems to disappear no matter where she puts it originally. Maybe she should find someone to sew a phone pocket into it. When she finds it, she lets out a noticeable sigh of relief and falls back against the stone again. "It's @mitzbee!" she tells them, smiling as she opens up Witchagram and turns her phone towards them so she doesn't have to spell it. "I'm there every morning except Saturdays, so message me when you plan on being there. We can have *a table*," she adds the last bit with a small, light-hearted giggle.

Rayy Stone

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

Rayy types in the username quickly and presses the follow button upon finding her. "Awesome." Rayy says, making a mental note of that. "I'm there almost everyday." Their roommates don't appreciate Rayy studying at 3AM, after all. Even on weekends, Rayy tends to end up staying up that late/waking up that early (what is it if they never get any sleep in the first place), so they figured it might be a good idea to just study and be productive. Right? They get distracted often, though, but that mostly entails going down a Flootube rabbit hole. They won't try talking to Mitzi anything. They watch as the notification from @deathrayy pops up on the screen. They scroll through Mitzi's profile a bit and notices some of their old yearmates already following her. "You're a sixth year, huh? I know some of the people following you. Venus, Ant, Juliette..." They scroll through the names. It's not like they're *friends*, but they've definitely had classes together.

Marisha Gorski

ravenclaw, seventh year § head girl
ateleia

Marisha smiles, turning her phone and hitting the follow button appearing beside the notification before tucking it against her chest. While she wants to tell them they should spend some time resting, she knows she would hear none of it if she was in their shoes. Maybe when they are closer, which she certainly hopes they can be, she can express such concern. Now it just seems intrusive. Maybe she can get them something special on Saturdays to lighten the load some. It isn't everything, but it is something or so she believes. "I am! I'm friends with Venus and Ant. I'm afraid I don't know Juliette very well." Mitzi would never want to express negative thoughts about anyone and she is rather assured in her delivery. To her, she is still friends with Ant even if they are not on the closest of terms and she's friendly enough with Venus to consider her a friend no matter how often they have opposing views. "Are you- Which year are you in?" She smiles, a bit confused. Rayy isn't familiar to her at all, but they know a lot of her yearmates and they're notably not in any classes together or at least none that she's noticed.

Rayy Stone

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

"Fifth." Rayy answers. The death of their stepfather is not some deep dark secret that Rayy is intentionally hiding away from everyone, but they don't want to unload onto a total stranger, so they try to sound as casual about it as possible. "I took a one year break from school last year because of some family stuff. I thought it would be better for me to be home. I'm muggle-born, so I was the only one who was off in some magical boarding school in the middle of nowhere." They chuckle a bit. "My dad had passed away suddenly, so I just wanted to be able to be there for my mom. I figured family is more important than OWLs." Rayy shrugs. "No regrets. I'm glad I was able to be home." Rayy tucks away their phone again, then smiles a bit. "Sorry. That was fucking depressing, but being held back really isn't that big of a deal. It's just one year."

Marisha Gorski

ravenclaw, seventh year § head girl
ateleia

Marisha's brows lift as she frowns slightly. It's a polite frown- not very dramatic at all. It doesn't depress her like they suggest, but she's naturally empathetic. "I'm sorry for your loss," she tells them, taking a moment to read their expression before mirroring them with a small smile. "Don't apologize. It's a good thing you are at a place where you can talk about it." And she is glad they feel comfortable telling her, a stranger (although she very rarely sees people she's talking to as *strangers*). Even when she spent most of her time online, she told no one about the situation with her parents, so she doesn't think it's necessarily true that things are easier to discuss with strangers. "It was a good decision. Education is important, but not more than family." Marisha wonders if she isn't a good person then, putting her education over her family by coming here. It doesn't count, or so she tries to remind herself. No hint of her inner conflict reads on her face, thankfully, or else her conflicts wouldn't be internal by now.

Rayy Stone

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

"Definitely." Rayy answers her. As much as they often fantasize over being able to run away and leave everything behind, deep down, Rayy knows they would never dare do it. They have too much of an obligation to their loved ones and can't fathom leaving their family behind for *anything*; no wonder they got sorted into Hufflepuff. "Are you close with your family?" they ask, clearly not picking up that this might be a sore subject for her. "Ah, shit, you don't need to answer that. I just realized you're supposed to be studying and all, wouldn't wanna bother."

Marisha Gorski

ravenclaw, seventh year § head girl
ateleia

Marisha smiles politely, not bothered by the question and certainly not by the fact that they're talking to her. "Oh, it's fine," she responds, smile widening just slightly as her eyes crinkle from her round cheeks pushing up against them. A hand reaches to push her hair behind one of her ears, tugging on her earlobe on her hand's way down to her chest, where both hands lay clasped together above her heart. "I was just waiting for Myrtle to talk. I wanted some company." She's admittedly been a bit lonely, focusing more on her academics to distract from the pains in her other friendships. Myrtle is easy and predictable to her and never quite the fight, so she's found she's a reliably unreliable source of conversation. "To answer your question, it's just me and my parents, so as close as you can be with adults in their fifties, but I do love them," she answers, voice a bit airy as if she's on the verge of a small fit of nervous giggles. Her smile falls a bit midway, but she brings it back with a bit of nervous energy. "Do you have siblings back home?" From how they described their situation, it appears they do, but she doesn't want to assume.

Rayy Stone

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

Rayy's voice drops to a whisper just for this next bit out of fear that Myrtle will hear and begin wailing again. "I'm sure Myrtle's lovely, but between you and me, I think I might be able to be better company." they say. It's obvious they're not being mean or anything – it seems Marisha has a genuine bond with the ghost girl and they don't want to offend. They talk a bit louder as they continue. "I do have siblings! Two. *Twins*. Complete terrors when they were little, I barely got *any* sleep because there was so much crying in the house. They're eight, now." they answer, eyes lighting up. Rayy always enjoys getting to talk about their siblings. "I miss them loads. Do *you* have any siblings?"

Marisha Gorski

ravenclaw, seventh year § head girl
ateleia

Her eyes light up at the realization that they're lowering their voice to avoid upsetting Myrtle, getting a bit giddy although she tries not to show it on the outside and appear absurd. It bleeds through a little bit with the way she's biting back an amused smile, eyes full of happiness. She's so easily pleased- perhaps. "I think you make great company. I'm glad you decided to join me," she whispers back, leaning in slightly before falling back against the stone and regaining her original volume, which is admittedly still very soft in tone. "*Twins*, awww! I bet they're adorable," Marisha's hands- still clasped together- raise towards her chin as she grins. She adores children and has always thought she would be better off with little siblings to nurture except she knows that would be a selfish wish. "I don't. My parents really struggled with having children, so there's me! And that's it. I was close with a lot of the other children on my street though! I don't talk to a lot of them anymore because of the witch thing, but it was as close as I had to siblings- I- I think." Her confidence in her words falters some in the end as she glances over at the ground to try to refocus her thoughts, but she finishes with a nice smile.

Rayy Stone

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

They notice the little falter towards the end of her quick anecdote and almost frowns but keeps their face smiling to avoid making Marisha uncomfortable. They're glad she appreciates how careful Rayy is being about not wanting to offend Myrtle. "Ah yeah," they say, "I had a couple of friends from my old school before Hogwarts and I tried keeping in touch with them. Only really worked out with *one*," they say, referring to Mia. "And I have to use a broom to fly to a very specific spot in the air near the Astronomy Tower in order to get any signal to message them using *muggle* social media, but hey, anything for a friend, right?" Rayy chuckles. "I'm beginning to think she's getting suspicious. Keeps asking me why the fuck I'm going to a school in the middle of nowhere with no *wifi*."

Marisha Gorski

ravenclaw, seventh year § head girl
ateleia

Her eyes flicker down towards their hands as they talk before they regain eye contact and she smiles, letting out a light laugh when they chuckle. Rayy has a nice laugh, she thinks. "Isn't that terrifying?" Marisha asks because surely hovering on a broom that high in the air would be terrifying. She's certain she would pass out and then it's obvious what happens after that. Just the thought gets her dizzy. "Not her being suspicious- although I know that can be scary, but the flying- oh, my." She laughs, overwhelmed by the thought and visibly amazed. Her eyes beg in their own sense of curiosity and she doesn't realize it or else she would wash the dreaminess off of herself. "I think that it's really cute that you do all of that for a friend. It's really nice." Marisha assumes they must be incredibly brave to want to do something like that especially as a Muggle-born. Trusting brooms so much...oh, she's certain she could never.

Rayy Stone

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

"Flying's not so bad." Rayy says. "When I first got to Hogwarts, I was really psyched up about it. Not enough to ever try getting into Quidditch, though. God, I'd never. Flying is fun. Flying with bludgers zooming about the air trying to fucking kill you? Not as much, I think." Rayy shakes their head. "So, yeah, I don't mind much. It's better than trying to send a thousand messages down in the Hufflepuff dorms and only one sending every thirty minutes or so." They remember some of their more disastrous conversations with Mia and cringe. "Heights aren't *that* scary, though I get why they might freak you out." they reassure her, "Just... don't look down, I guess."

Marisha Gorski

ravenclaw, seventh year § head girl
ateleia

Marisha shivers at their mention of bludgers, giggling the thought off of her mind before she leans in to listen to them further. At Rayy's finishing statement, her eyebrows curl upward in visible concern. "I tried flying for the first time last term- It wasn't required in Nazareth and I have struggled enough with planes. I never thought it was necessary, but..." She shivers again, shaking her head and trying to manage her lightheadedness at just the simple *thought* of getting on that broom again. "My friend was kind- Ant. He's usually kind. I couldn't stop staring at the ground to remind myself it was there." Mitzi laughs, for once feeling quite comfortable in her embarrassment. Their acknowledgement of her fear's validity makes her content and a little less wary. "I could never try Quidditch. Why do they have to have such aggressive sports?" What's wrong with football?

Rayy Stone

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

"I wholeheartedly agree." they agree. They can't even bear to *watch* Quidditch matches, not that they have the time to. Normally, they're on weekends, and Rayy is too busy working at the Hogsmeade Post Office to attend. "I'm more into online gaming." they tell her. "It's a bit difficult because I don't think Wizco's really gotten into the whole magical video games type of shit yet, but I'm sure when they do, it'll be fucking amazing." Hopefully they'll still be into gaming whenever that happens. "I'm content with chess for now, but I grew up playing the muggle version. Still kinda freaks me out when the pieces start attacking each other." Rayy winces. "Seems like every sport the wizarding world has to offer has to be *some* level of aggressive."

Marisha Gorski

ravenclaw, seventh year § head girl
ateleia

Marisha melts in her own excitement, grin spreading across her gentle-seeming face as she leans forwards and presses her hands against the ground. "Me *too*!" Rayy is so cool, she's decided. "I love gaming. I- Technology is huge in Israel, so I would work on computers a lot and I built my own back home to run games. It's so interesting how pieces go together." Her tone lightens and there's a rush of adrenaline as she starts voicing her interest in it. Her parents have always supported her wanting to get into the tech industry, so she's never been embarrassed of *that*, but gaming was sort of frowned upon. She isn't as involved with it as she lets on and when she notices she's given that impression, she visibly recoils a bit by scrunching her nose and pulling her hands back into her lap. "I don't play *that* much actually, but I'm the president of the Hogwarts Wizard's Chess Club. Maybe you should come by one of our meetings sometime!"

Rayy Stone

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

Perhaps Rayy has been too caught up with work and academics since coming back, because they hadn't heard that the chess club had made a comeback (or that it was ever alive at all). "Maybe I will." they tell her. Their schedule is a bit tight and they're not sure they can actually make it to one of the days. When Rayy realizes that, they decide that Marisha probably deserves a disclaimer. "Buuut, I'm a bit busy. I'm taking a bunch of classes and I need to get a certain number of O's on my OWLs to maintain a scholarship." They rub the back of their neck a bit nervously. "And on weekends, I work in Hogsmeade. I *do* want to try joining, though. I think it'll be a bit fun."

Marisha Gorski

ravenclaw, seventh year § head girl
ateleia

Her heart swells at the thought of them joining her and the rest of the group. They're an odd number, which is fine if they play in a bracket to compete against her, but that's boring for her. Marisha would rather beat a bunch of people than just sit around and beat one person. As kind as she is, she's competitive and she loves the spirit of winning. Her heart *does* drop slightly at the thought that- oh, maybe Rayy can't, but she wants to remain positive and hopeful. "It's okay! A lot of us are busy with academics too and we don't base standing off of attendance. Some only attend once a month or twice all term. It depends, but- don't think you have to commit to it," she tells them, smiling a bit wider at the end. She doesn't question their academic obligations, not finding it to be much of her business at all. Also they're visibly nervous at the mention of it, so no need to prod. "Consider it, but it will be fine if you can't! Maybe we can still play in the library sometime- on a looser schedule," she adds, not at all disappointed. It might be better to play in a more private setting- more peaceful and leisurely.

Rayy Stone

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

The sound of that pleases them, and they appreciate how kind Marisha is being about the whole thing. "I'll still try my best to actually show up to a meeting or two." they promise. They're sure they can anyway, if they spend some of their time up late at night actually doing academic work instead of endlessly scrolling through Snitcher. Then, they could set aside time during the day to visit instead of staying holed up in the library all the time. "If you're president, you must be fucking amazing, then." Probably not as good as Ophelia, Rayy supposes, but it's not like they've ever beaten Ophelia either. "You better go easy on me."

Marisha Gorski

ravenclaw, seventh year § head girl
ateleia

Marisha is happy at the thought of them trying to come to a meeting, not needing the guarantee. It's the thought that counts- the perceived effort- and less their ability to actually get it done since it seems Rayy has an overwhelming schedule as is. The last thing she would want is to unnecessarily contribute to that. "I am good," she tells them, smiling as an immediate warmth rushes to her face. Marisha has always blushed easily and her embarrassment is usually well known. Now is no different except she is less embarrassed and more so overwhelmed by the recognition. "I can't promise going easy. I *might*, but you won't know," she giggles lightly before glancing at the ground between them. Something occurs to her and her gaze switches towards Rayy's again, still smiling. "Oh, and I can bring my Muggle set! Less violent." Her eyebrows shoot up playfully at the last part, which surprises even her. When she notices, she laughs and nervously clasps her hands together in her lap.

Rayy Stone

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

"I'm looking forward to it." they say, clearly amused at how confident Marisha seems to be in her own chess ability. It looks like she has every right to be though, Rayy supposes that if she's somehow made it up the ranks to president of the chess club, then she should be really, really good at the sport. "Anyway, I better get going." they say, once they realize how much time they've spent here. Normally, Rayy would be a bit more panicked at the idea of wasting time, but this did not feel like a waste of time. They stand up from the floor and smile down at Marisha. "I'll message you about when I'll be studying in the library. I'm there all the fucking time, but I'll message you anyway so you know for sure I'll show." they promise, "I've got to go now 'cause I've got a class in ten minutes, but it was so cool meeting you." They wave as they exit the door. "Bye, Marisha." they say, then as an afterthought they add, "And goodbye, Myrtle, too!"