Renny typically avoided Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She felt sorry for the ghost, she did- but there was anything Renny could do to help the ghost and it depressed her. She did occasionally check on Myrtle but that usually ended badly for the both of them. Myrtle and Piper were the only two beings it seemed Renny could not help.
But an inkwell had spilled in her bag on this particular day so she excused herself from her usual group of friends and dodged into the bathroom, setting her bag in the sink to sort through and clean off. She glanced around for Myrtle, ready to try once again to calm the girl and convince her she did not have it so bad, but she found there was only one other girl there.
Renny seemed to know everybody at Hogwarts, but she especially knew all of the Ravenclaws. Here was the young Krum girl, Cecelia. With a bottle of some sort of alcohol Renny, in her infinite innocence, could not recognize, and some sort of cigarette in the other.Renny sniffed. She knew regular cigarette smoke... This was not that smell.
"Cecelia?" She queried, moving closer. "Cecelia, it's me, Renny. I'm in your House. I'm a little older than you. What is it that you are doing?"