Moaning Myrtle was just minding her own business crying in the ceiling (floating halfway in and halfway out of the room above this one) when she heard the sounds of happy children having fun. The sounds were coming below her and were enough to make her stop sobbing to hear what they were saying.

Oh, they were talking about movies and Peter Pan, WERE THEY?! Well, she'd have a word with them about that!

Falling through the ceiling, the gloomy ghost flew to a halt right in front of both happy children. "La-a-lau-laughing about never growing up, were we?" she said in her most forlorn, dramatic voice - it was almost a whisper.

Was she about to screaming in her usual fashion? Maybe!