Myrtle was bored of her bathroom, with all the boring girls and the boys who never came to visit. So it was with some glee that she left the half-flooded place and floated upstairs a bit, coming to rest on a sink in front of two boys. Two handsome, living, breathing, REAL boys.

She was going to call them Harry and Ronald in her head. Harry was obviously the Ravenclaw (like Myrtle had been), and Ronald was the one not getting invited to things, like all Ronalds.

"Booo hooo hoooo," she sniffled loudly to get their attention, blinking through her spectacles at them like a large, wet owl. "Booohoohoo. Nobody invited poor, Moaning Myrtle to the Head Girl's birth-day part-ay."

Yes, Myrtle knew who Louisa was. Woe is she, not getting invited to anything everrrrrr!!!!! How come she never got asked out ever either!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!