This is the Wrong Bathroom...(Open)

It had been a hell of a day. He had over slept, and was late to his first day of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Whoops. Oh well. So, with this terrible day, he decided to go to the bathroom to take his mind off of things. He didn't pay attention to where he was going, and just saw a room with toilets, and thought, "Well, good enough for him." He sighed and sat down to relieve himself.

Ahh...much better. He then went to the sink to wash his hands, and took a look around. This...was...not...the...boys...room. Panicking now, he hoped nobody saw him go in. Particularly any of his friends. How terrifying would that had been?

So, he dried his hands off really fast, and instead of making a dash for the door like a normal person would, he dashed into the stall. and tried to figure out what to do. He then heard the door open. Ah nuts... no escaping now...

Growing quite familiar with the corridors and stairs, Lyn was starting to arrive early to classes, without any need to leave her Common Room early in the morning. One time she had even managed to arrive early to one of her classes! She considered this a big accomplishment, after arriving late to almost every class last year, especially to ones with strict teachers like Defence Against the Dark Arts. They were the ones in which she wanted the earth to swallow her alive when she arrived.

So after her first morning class, she needed to go to the bathroom. She remembered where it was, luckily, so she didn't need to get lost again for it. Nobody noticed her, so she didn't have a hard time slipping away from the crowd. Lyn walked quietly and quickly, holding her backpack straps tightly to her. Her footsteps were light, and she barely made a sound, like she always did. She remembered last year she had practically given Blake a heart attack, because she barely ever made a sound when she walked.

As soon as Lyn arrived to the bathroom, she ran over to the nearest stall and relieved herself. Then she walked towards the sinks and slowly washed her hands. As she was drying them off with some tissues, she heard the weirdest thing. It was breathing, and it wasn't hers. Someone else was in the bathroom, but they weren't doing anything, she guessed. Well, she hoped she was right, because she didn't want to look like an idiot.

To prove her theory, Lyn did something that would so make her look like an idiot. She looked around, and then said, "Hello? Is anyone there?" Her voice echoed around the bathroom, so if there was someone there, they should definitely hear her. At least, if there was nobody there, she could forget the whole thing and go to her next class.

Phineas sat in the stall nervously. He was to afraid to come out of the stall because he was afraid to be made fun of. So instead of going to check to see who was there, he just sat there. He didn't care at that point if he missed classes, he would rather die than have somebody, see him walk out of the GIRLS BATHROOM!

But when the door opened, he lifted his feet up so nobody would see that he was there, but instead, his foot went straight into the toilet and made a loud splashing sound. Great... now his foot was all wet. The girl that came in asked if anybody was there. He was afraid to say anything for the fear of being made fun of.

So, he just sat there quietly minus the whole foot int he toilet thing to contemplate how to get out. Maybe this girl was nice and wouldn't laugh at him...Or maybe she was really mean and made fun of little first year Puffs that went into the girls bathroom on accident because his balder was about to explode and he wasn't paying attention.

But, he took his chances. If she got him out of the bathroom alive, he would be forever grateful. So, he opened the stall and poked his head out of it, and said, "Help." This was a 50-50 shot, and he hoped it didn't lead to humiliation for the next seven years.

Now, Lyn was quite sure that someone else was in the girl's bathroom. The question was, why was someone still sitting in their stall? Were they waiting for someone to come into the bathroom to stalk them or something? Or were they secretly eating their lunch because they were hungry and they were all alone? Was it possible that they were just sitting their and planning some kind of revenge on someone? Or maybe hiding from bullies? The theories in Lyn's head at that moment were almost overwhelming, but then she heard a loud splash coming from one of the stalls.

As soon as she heard the sound, she softly walked towards the source. Or, at least, where she thought it was coming from. There was obviously someone there, though, but she was too polite to look under the door. Maybe it was someone who had accidentally made their clothes disappear. Nope. Just nope. Lyn closed her eyes and made a really grossed out face. She couldn't picture it, really, because she didn't want to. Ewwwww.

Then she realized that it could be a really older girl who was super bitchy and mean and was probably about to snap her head off for asking who else was in the bathroom. Maybe she should just leave and not look back. Lyn slowly took a few steps backward and then started to pick up her bag and put it on. That was until the stall door opened and a small head poked out. It was a boy! A boy in a girl's bathroom! For a moment, she wondered if she was in the right bathroom. But she definitely was, she'd been using it for ages! Maybe, maybe she was right about that stalker theory.

But the boy was asking for help, and Lyn was actually embarrassed to have gotten caught in all of it. She really wanted to shake her head and run out of the bathroom, but that would make a bad impression and she'd look mean. And the boy could end up spreading rumours about her. Staying and helping might make her a new friend! So, instead of running away, Lyn dropped her backpack and pushed it away. "What's wrong?" she asked, wondering what he needed help with.