Cass walked into the girl's bathroom with her Slytherin robes slightly billowing behind her. It made her look rather formidable really.

She turned into the girl's bathroom and looked around cautiously for any sign of Myrtle. She was in no mood to see the pessimistic little ghost who wailed about nothing else except how miserable she was. No, her mood shall not be ruined.

She stepped in front of the mirror and started humming softly as she sorted through her curls, trying to untangle them carefully.