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can have it. I have lots of better ones at home,” she said, giving it to Ivy.
    “I’m sure the ghost will like it a lot. Even if it doesn’t have any hair,” said Bean.
    “It can use it for decoration,” said Ivy.
    The bell rang.

IN THE HAUNTED BATHROOM
    The second grade ate its lunch faster than ever before. Dusit choked on his sandwich and almost threw up, but then Eric hit him on the back. After that, he was fine.

    Ivy couldn’t eat her lunch at all. Bean only ate her cookies.
    Soon, all of the second grade and some of the first grade gathered around the play structure. They stared at Ivy and Bean and the jar of blue potion in Ivy’s hand.
    The two girls started toward the haunted bathroom. About twenty kids followed along to watch. When they got to the breezeway where the bathroom was, everyone sat down on the benches along the sides.
    Bean started to feel a little sweaty. She tried to think about Ms. Aruba-Tate saying that the bathroom wasn’t haunted. But she kept thinking about an army of ghosts.
    There was the portal.
    There was the bathroom door.
    It was just her and Ivy. And Leo.
    “Leo’s going in the girls’ bathroom!” hollered Eric from the bench.
    “Leo’s a girl!” yelled Dusit.
    Leo gave a little jump and said, “I’m not going in, you goons. I’m keeping watch.” Turning to Ivy and Bean, he said, “If the Yard Duty comes, I’ll throw the ball at the door.”

    They nodded.
    Ivy took a deep breath, reached out, and pushed the door open.
    Together, Ivy and Bean entered the bathroom.

    Inside was dim and quiet. Bean noticed that it smelled better than it usually did.
    “Do you feel it?” said Ivy, looking around.
    Nothing happened. After a moment, Bean stopped feeling sweaty. She was glad there wasn’t an army, but she wanted to see one ghost at least. She squinted and then popped her eyes out. There. “Yes,” she said. “And I see the mist.” A thin cloud was just fading in the corner. They stood still. “Do you hear something?” Bean whispered.
    It was a smooth, sighing sound. It sounded as if it was coming from very far away. “I hear it,” Ivy whispered.
    That was a little spooky. Bean began to feel sweaty again.
    “We’d better start chanting,” Ivy breathed. Noise would help.
    “Yeah,” said Bean. “We come in peace,” she whispered.
    “We come in peace!” said Ivy loudly. She raised her hands to the ceiling and fluttered her fingers down.
    Bean fluttered her fingers, too. “Oh, ghost friend! Haunt our school no more!” Her voice was louder now.
    “Lie peacefully under our school!” wailed Ivy. That was better. The bathroom wasn’t spooky anymore. She began to turn in circles, waving her hands.
    Now Bean whirled around, too, shouting, “Take our respectful greeting and fly away!” This was getting fun.
    “Farewell!” shrieked Ivy, spinning faster and faster. “Return to your resting place, and we will honor you forever!” She jumped a few times. “Begone!”
    “Leave the bathroom of Emerson School!” screamed Bean. She did a few high kicks.
    “Leave the bathroom of Emerson School!” screamed Ivy, jumping and whirling. She banged into one of the stall doors. “Ow!”
    Bean was still spinning. The bathroom zoomed around her. Whew. She stopped and held onto a stall. “Can we do the potion now?” she asked.
    Ivy unscrewed the lid of the jar and crouched down. The bathroom grew quiet. “Ghost, begone,” she murmured and poured a line of potion in front of the door. She crawled around the edges of the bathroom, pouring.
    “Begone,” Bean chanted softly.
    Ivy stuck her hand in something wet. “Oh, yuck,” she said.
    The bathroom was very quiet now. Peaceful. Three stalls down, one to go. It took a lot of concentration to pour evenly. Ivy made sure that she got every corner. The bright blue potion gleamed on the tile, and Ivy stopped under the paper towel dispenser to look at her work. It was pretty. She looked up. No mist. No sighing noise.