Hermione left a short while afterwards to go use the loo. When more than twenty minutes passed and she hadn’t returned, Briallen started getting worried. "I’m going to see if maybe she fell in." She rose to her feet and started heading out of the Hall. Pansy joined her, "You may need help hauling her out of the toilet if that happened." Bri snorted at the mental image that conjured up. The pair made their way to the nearest bathroom, incidentally the one that used to belong to Myrtle who’d long since broken free of its hold on her immortal spirit. "Hermione? Are you in there?" At the sound of Pansy’s strangled gasp of shock she turned to see the girl staring at a message written on the wall.