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Post by Caitlyn Sayer on Jul 13, 2011 23:44:28 GMT
Cait had nothing to do, she’d already messed about in Idris’ office, moving his tea to the other side of his desk again – he had such an obsession about where things would be that even that small a thing would piss the guy off. She’d even spent the best part of her night writing his name on the notice board on Snape’s piece of parchment, only to find that he’d scratched it off again the next morning.
It was no fun when she didn’t get to see his reaction. After thirteen years of taunting the bloke, you’d think she’d tire of it – doing the same old things just to annoy him – but it always worked, so there was no point in changing it again. Plus, everybody thought he’d killed her, and his idle threats about killing her again was nothing to go by. Yet the gullible students still wrote about him being the one to off her. She knew full well she had been alone in that bathroom, and it had been her own idiocy that had caused her death, but starting more rumours looked on the cards for her next spout of fun. Students always took what she said the wrong way!
Heaving a sigh and obviously not watching where she was going and what she was doing, Caitlyn fell through the floor, screaming. "I HATE being a ghost! If I can fall throught floors, and go through walls, WHY CAN'T I JUST FALL THROUGH EARTH AND GO TO HELL ALREADY!" She floated down the hall, everything was unusually dark... Great. Just perfect. Where was she now??
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