UGH?

Nooooooooooo. She was NOT ugh! Myrtle was soooooooooooo beautiful that she was TOO beautiful to live. Her wail got an octave louder and she wafted into the next cubicle just as one of her PRECIOUS THRONES got stolen and flung!

"BOOoooOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooo HOooooooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOoooo!" She rushed at the sinks and the taps all turned on, water spilling everywhere from the taps and from the hole in the ground where the loo had been connected a moment ago.

She floated around wailing and crying, her pimply, bespectacled face puffing up as her pigtails floated out behind her.

"Baad! Bad Slytherin!" She wailed at the professor. "Baaad baaaad... pretty man!" She stopped whirling around and started to bat her ghostly eyelashes at Remí, ignoring the professor and the rushing water.

Well hellooooooooooo.