Sniff, Sniff WOE IS ME!

Myrtle was hiding in her toilet, even glummer than usual. Nobody came to visit her anymore. At least not anyone remotly cute and niiiiice like Harry Potter. Everyone was off holding hands and being lovey dovey, and she was here stuck in her toilet alone and dead.."Nobody loves Poor, ugly Fat Myrtle!"

She sobbed so loudly for herself that she at first didn't hear the visitors come in. But when she did Myrtle glided out of her toilet to take a peek at the intruders.

Seeing a BOY there who had clearly just took a wee in the stall next to hers, Myrtle screamed at the top of her lungs. "GO AWAY! NO BOYS ALLOWED! NO WEE-WEEing here for yous!"