"I'm not a lint-licker, you biscuit eating bulldog!" Myrtle wailed from her hiding spot. "And your bow-tie is crooked." She stuck out her tongue for emphasis on the insult, knowing full well that he couldn't even see her in the corner.

Myrtle's ghosty little ears perked up, however, when half the identity of the student was revealed at last. "A Hufflepuff?" she paused, thinking it over, then grinned with glee. "Exxxcellent. He will be a hardworking, loyal ghost that I can easily put all the blame on for when I flood the bathrooms. Is he still in the library? Can I see him?"

This was assuming, of course, that the boy was coming back as a ghost. Myrtle and her questions might have been considered morbid by most - and insensitive by all - but she did get mighty lonely during the holidays.