Tiny drops of water leaked onto the floor. There was of smell of cats and cabbage, the stench was unbearable. The lavatory stalls were covered with muck and dirt. The pipes creaked for mercy. The drains gurgled for life. This is what they would call "Moaning Murtle's Lavatory".

Duce held her breath as she slowly walked around. She's never been anywhere close to this bizarre portion of the castle. She's never even heard of it since she's been at Hogwarts. Her hands caressed the stalls that were covered in muck. Her feet splashed in the puddle of water, that merely left a trail throughout the lavatory. Someway, someohow, Duce's conscience was telling her to get out while she can, but her body and mind told her otherwise. She wanted to explore more. She wanted to get a feel of every Hogwarts' mystery places before her retired days come. Duce wanted to suck up all of the mutual feelings this lavatory had.

What Duce didn't know was, this specific lavatory had history. This was Moaning Murtle's Lavatory.