CACKLE. CACKLE. CACKLE.

Wait.

Know that from experience, do you? WHAT?!!!!!!

SHE. WAS. OFFENDED. If Myrtle were STILL ALIVE, her face would be redder than a Gryffindor's robes. But she was DEAD. All she could do at this point was pout and choke back the tears because she was trying to be ANGRY right now.

"I see no figure!" the ghost snapped, looking at the mirror and then back at the girl. "I only see that GIANT zit growing on your cheek!" Thank Merlin she was there to let the girl know. Myrtle was a LIFE SAVER.

Pay no attention to the angry tears that were starting to steam down her own pimply face.