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It had been coming for a while, she knew. They were all different people, and had they not been forced to live with each other for five years, she doubted they would have had anything to do with each other. So, Olive wasn’t really surprised that no one was talking to one another. She just hadn’t expected what had brought it on so quickly.

3 am had never seemed so quiet.

It had been a week. One week since Olive had found Myrtle lying on the floor of the second floor bathroom, dead. Olive knew she would never be able to enter that bathroom again without being reminded of what she had done. It had been her favorite bathroom, but she knew she would never be able to go there again.

She hated Hogwarts. She hated how everyone stared at her during class, hated how her dorm mates tip-toed around her every night when she came up to bed, and she especially hated how the Headmaster had refused to remove Myrtle’s bed from the room. It served as a constant reminder to Olive of what had happened, something Olive desperately wanted to forget, but knew she never would.

She never wanted anyone to get hurt.

Mabel was avoiding her. Olive could tell by the way she walked past without looking her way, her head held high and her arms swaying lightly back and forth. She supposed she wasn’t surprised. After all, Olive had known they wouldn’t be friends for the rest of their lives. Olive wasn’t worth having as a friend, especially after all that had happened. And, although Olive really did miss her, she decided that it was for the best. She didn’t want to hurt anyone else.

Lottie and Charles broke up a week after the accident. A few days earlier, she had come to Olive offering friendship, the only one of her dorm mates to do so. She told Olive that she could talk to her, that she would still be there. But Olive had turned away. She didn’t trust Lottie, especially not with a friendship. The only person she really knew how to be friends with was Charles. Everyone else got left behind.

Olive turned over in her bed, and came to a sudden realization, looking over at Aggie, that she was surprised she hadn’t realized before: Aggie was awake. Panic set in quickly, though Olive wasn’t too sure why. She had been awake with Aggie at 3 am before. But never just the two of them.

What was Aggie thinking about? Olive hadn’t spoken to her since it had all happened, but had surprisingly received no negative attention from her, either. Olive tried not to think about it too much. She kept reminding herself that she didn’t have any friends anymore, and she wouldn’t, at least not for the rest of her academic career.

Olive got out of bed quietly and tiptoed down the stairs to the Common Room. The fire was still burning, as it always was. She sat down cross-legged on the floor in front of it and the warmth instantly surrounded her. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, and held her face in her hands.

How did this happen?

“I’m not happy about what happened, you know.” Olive turned around suddenly. Aggie had followed her downstairs, and was standing on the bottom step, her hands pressed against the walls beside her. Olive looked at her questioningly. “I didn’t like her, but I’m not glad that she’s…”

Olive nodded and turned back to the fire. “I know,” she said.

Aggie came and sat down next to her. “People have been saying things about me.”

“Me, too.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes, neither of them talking, only looking into the flames and wishing desperately that it was a week prior, where nothing was wrong. All of Olive’s previous problems seemed to pale in comparison to what she was going through now. She hadn’t realized that things could be so bad.

“I don’t blame you,” Aggie said suddenly, turning to face her. Olive didn’t meet her eyes.

“Oh?” she asked. Aggie turned back to the fire and nodded after only a moment’s hesitation.

“I know what everyone’s been saying, but…nobody could have known, Olive.”

Olive didn’t respond. She could have known. She was the one who had told her about the second floor bathroom. She was the one who had finally gotten her out of the room that Monday morning. She didn’t see who else she could blame.

“Mabel will come around, too.”

Olive sighed. “I don’t care.” And she didn’t, not anymore. She didn’t want friends. She had had enough awful experiences with her so-called “friends”, and she had had enough. She just wanted to be alone. Forever.

Aggie stood up. “Let me know if…if you need anything,” she said, straightening her pajamas and combing a hand through her hair. “Okay?” Olive nodded, although she knew she would probably never hold a conversation this long with Aggie ever again. Not that she was sad about it.

And then Olive was alone. But things were better that way.

Olive wished dearly that it had gone some other way. That she had gotten to Myrtle before that monster attacked her. That she hadn’t yelled at Myrtle in the first place. Even that she had been the one instead of Myrtle. But nothing could be changed, and Olive was helpless.

Moaning Myrtle was dead.

Suddenly, Olive heard a voice and sighed, recognizing it immediately. She had been hearing it a lot lately.

“Everyone thought you were a perfect angel,” the voice laughed. “Want to hear the story of how I died once more?”

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