you were dreading having to go to the toilet at night. in fear you'd be caught by tom riddle - the head boy who patrolled the halls nearly every night. the girls' toilets in your house's common room had been clogged by moaning myrtle messing with the drains, yet again. you sucked up the courage and made your way to the girls' bathroom, the nearest outside your common room. when you thought you'd gotten through unscathed, as you were walking out from the restroom something tripped you, sending you dropping to the ground.