Downstairs Girls' Bathrooms
Linda softly moaned to herself while using the bathroom. Why is it always me who has the misfortunes? Why couldn’t someone else have something really bad happen to them for once? Why…Linda was silent as she heard the door to the bathroom open.
Ginger slammed the stall door shut and sat down on the toilet seat in a huff. Or, at least, she’d meant to, but somehow she must have missed and landed on the floor. Good thing I came in here… I must have been madder than I’d thought…Massaging her head where it had hit the wall on her way down, Ginger slowly stood up…and then suddenly all her bad feelings tumbled out. “WHY, ON TOP OF ALL THE HORRIBLE, NASTY, HATEFUL THINGS LORAL HAD TO SAY, I HAVE TO GO FALLING ALL OVER THE PLACE…!!!” Ginger roared, until she’d exhausted herself and run out of bad things to yell about.
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Exausted, Ginger flopped back down onto the toilet seat. Or at least, just like last time, she tried. But Spike, who she had inadvertantly tried to sit on last time (it was he who had jerked her off), was just stretching: he was lifting himself up just as she was sitting down…
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Linda heard a splash, and then a moan. “What happened?” she asked whoever the person in the next stall was: someone with bad luck and strong lungs. “Did you do a…a really big number two?”
Ginger was moaning. Not only had she hit her head, she’d also…also fallen into the toilet. Just then, the lid (which she hadn’t put up, but it was there anyway) came back down, hitting her head squarely. “What? Oh,” Ginger replied thickly: it was hard to think with her racking headache. She hadn’t known there was anyone in there except her. “Well,” Ginger was trying to shake away the pain that was fogging her eyes and addling her brain. “Um, it wasn’t me…”
Linda heard a thud. “Whoever this is is having a really bad day,” she thought happily. “Okay, so who was it?” asked Linda, spirits lifting every second.
“Well, it’s not really a who, it’s a what…”
“Oh, you’re a ‘what,’ too, aren’t you?” Linda asked brightly.
“No, no, you don’t understand,” said a voice that Linda was beginning to recognize as Ginger’s. A little thick, perhaps, but Ginger’s voice surely. “I think it’s…” Ginger stopped, pain panging through her head, as she slowly pulled herself out, dripping, from the toilet. What was it, exactly? She realized what it really was only when she turned around and saw the toilet seat wiggle…and then heard it bark…it wagged a nonexistant tail…Ginger gave a soft cry and then said, mind still bleary, “I think it’s the toilet seat!”
Linda hadn’t heard the bark, but what she did hear made her burst out in a fit of giggles. “You fell in the toilet, didn’t you? and then you blamed it on the toilet seat?” She gasped for breath and clung onto her toilet, trying not to fall off. “That’s HILARIOUS!” Another bark startled her out of her giddyness. She sat, motionless, almost not breathing, then, “Ohmigosh! It really was…ohmigosh, it really was…” And then she burst out laughing again, harder than before.
Ginger shook her head again to herself, still trying to unfog her brain…It cleared a little, and it suddenly occurred to her the strangeness of the conversation she’d been having, and of her situation; she colored slightly, though no one could see. She thought for a moment, then said, “Excuse me, EXCUSE ME!” she shouted to the person who she suspected was Linda, though it was hard to recognize the melancholy Linda through those giggles. “I don’t want anyone else to get victimized by this…this thing. But if I want to go get Lily, I can’t leave it here alone, and I don’t have a pen or paper to write a warning. Do you?”
“Nope,” said Linda in great high spirits. “None whatsoever.”
“Okay…” Ginger now had full use of her brain, and was trying to think of a plan. But the only one she could think of could be disasterous…but she didn’t see as she had any choice. She dried herself off as best she could with her wand, though her distress seemed to render the spell almost worthless. She took a deep breath, then, having resigned herself to the worst, started prying off the toilet seat. It didn’t help that it was wiggling so much. Finally, she got it off; she carefully opened the stall door to be as quiet as possible, and fled down the hall to find Lily.
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