Myrtle floated out the wall of her bathroom and straight out over the grounds. If anyone were to look up, they'd see her, only they'd likely think she was nothing more than a thin, wispy cloud in the cold October sky. She moved in to the Forbidden Forest and hovered around a clump of trees for a bit, her cheeks still tearstained from earlier in the bathroom.

"Boohoooooohooooo," the ghosty sniffled, much more softly than she would in her own bathroom. There was no audience around so there was no point in wailing loudly. Also, the acoustics out here suuuuuuuucked.

"BOOHOOHOO," Myrtle tried a little louder, looking at a rabbit. "BOOHOOHOOHOO!"