I shot out the toilet cubicle when I heard a huge stomp. I felt like yelling, "Shut up, I'm busy crying here. Can't a girl get peace when she's spreading tears...and snot." But I didn't because as I looked up to see what ugliness lied-technically stood-Before my eye, well above my eyes, I screamed. A TROLL. (Dun dun dun)
He was even snottier than I was. I didn't know what to do, for the first time.
Suddenly, Harry and Ron raced in. To help ME! All I could think was this is such a coincidence. Then some random girl came out the door of a cubicle. He hair was black and so were her eyes. Her skin was really pale and she was in Ravenclaw.
"What the ferret!" I yelled. "This is my moment. Get out girl!"
"My favourite colour is black because its the colour of my soul." She mumbled, expressionless, before strolling over to the sinks to wash her hands.
"Are you kidding me!"
Harry and Ron attacked the troll (dun dun dun) as I huddled under a sink for protection. Harry leaped onto its back and stabbed his wand into his nostril. Snot! What did I say?! The troll's (dun dun dun) wacky thing almost hit Harry, and Ron had to use a spell to get the wacky thing away from Harry and in the air. This is not going to work.
"Swish and flick." I instructed to Ron.
"Wingardium LeviOSa!" Ron casted and the wacky thing went into the air, leaving the troll (dun dun dun) confused. I crawled out from under the sink and the gothic girl just stared at me, "Who wants cake?" I gave a small expression meaning, yes but she replied, "Go get it yourself." And she walker out muttering, "Lazy!"
"Who the hell was she?" I thought.
Unfortunately, Snape, McGonagall and Quirrel entered the bathroom which was now shattered and exchanged horrified glances.
They took away house points and added some due to bravery and the minusing was due to the fact that we weren't in our Common rooms like we should have been at. I took the blame though, but I prefer to call it taking credit for your "friends" because whatever they did that was bad.
When we left the bathroom, I became friends with Harry Potter (eek) and Ron so I can't really call him Rat Head anymore.