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Moaning_Myrtle
"Oh Nick. That's right. It's alllllll about Nickkkkk."
Myrtle made a stormy, pouty face and crinkled her nose. Where did the Prefect think he was escaping to so soon?
She crossed her arms and started floating after the boy, making faces behind his back to keep herself entertained. Yawn. This party was soooo borrrrrrrrrring she'd rather be up in her loo, splashing about, or talking to Barty the Squid.
Not really paying much attention to what he was doing, Jake frowned as he entered the Death-Day Party. Okay, so technically, he didn't want to be here... in fact it gave him alot of the castle to himself for once... but a Death-Day party where living people would go?
Perhaps he would run into-
"Myrtle!" Jake exclaimed, breaking out into a grin as he saw the ghost. GUH! Was she still in a mood with him. Picking up the pace and walking straight to her, Jake beamed at the ghost. "Hi Myrtle! Where've you been at?"