The Forgotten Twin

Chapter 16

He nodded.

"Have fun with your things, if you get done early you know where I'll be."

She smiled sympathetically.

"Good luck."

"Thanks."

Delilah grabbed a neatly wrapped red and gold package and went to the kitchens.

When she poked her head in, hundreds of small heads turned in her direction.

"Hello, sorry to be a bother, but I was wondering if you could drop this off on Harry's bedside."

A small elf stepped forward.

"Of course! Would you like some treacle tart? Or would you prefer eclairs or custard pie or-"

"Thank you, I'm good."

Her face fell.

"Actually," Delilah quickly said, "a chocolate eclair sounds pretty good."

The moment Delilah said it, a House Elf seemed to materialize with a platter of chocolate eclairs.

"Oh, thank you."

The House Elves beamed.

Delilah took a bite, and grinned.

"Wow, this is amazing, you guys are great bakers!"

She hadn't thought it possible, but their smiles widened.

"More?" the elf holding the tray asked.

"Sure, I'll take one for the road. Thank you so much." She grabbed it and waved as she left. Honestly, it was refreshing to know that some creatures were still nice.

She ate the eclair, and headed to Myrtle's bathroom, making sure there weren't any crumbs on her before she entered.

"Hi Myrtle, how are- what's wrong?"

Delilah stared at Myrtle, who had flown down and was glowering like someone had canceled the final book in her favorite series.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?!" Myrtle said, glowering. "You haven't visited all year, that's what's wrong, it took you over half the year to come here. Even Harry came and talked to me for a minute, yet you couldn't bother to pop your head in and say goodbye, well I see how it is."

Myrtle sniffed and turned around, but Delilah could tell she only wanted drama.

"Sorry, I've been busy helping Draco with a project. I know that's not a good excuse but- wait, did you say Harry visited? Why?"

"If you had visited me before now, you would've known. Too bad for you. What project could be so important that it took half a year?"

Delilah sighed.

"It's not done yet."

"What is this project that's taking so long?"

Delilah hesitated. Myrtle didn't really talk to anyone else, but if Harry came in wondering... everyone knew Myrtle had a crush on Harry, who knows what she'd say to try and impress him.

"It's a life and death situation, so you'd have to keep it a secret, and I mean not tell anyone, even any cute boys. Are you sure you can do that?"

Myrtle paused, for once thinking it through.

Meanwhile Midnight, who had wrapped herself around Delilah's neck to try and keep warm muttered, "Who would she talk to? She's dead, like you'll be if you tell her. Hopefully the Dark Lord won't kill me, I heard he likes snakes. Then again he might feed me to his huge, creepy snake."