For the record, Myrtle hadn't gone quiet... not entirely. At the girl's mean words, she let out a wail and retreated back into her toilet, sobbing quietly to her self. Oh, woe is me! Nobody loves ugly, fat, miserable, moping Moaning Myrtle!

"S-stop making fun of m-me!" she sniffed. "It's n-not my fault I'm d-dead and all a-alone!" She thought the stupid girl would take the hint, but then...

Oh, no she did NOT just call her a whiny dishtowel! Big mistake, girl! Myrtle hiccupped back a sob and flew right up to the bully Gryffindor. "Oh, whiny dishtowel, am I?!?! Stinking up the place, am I?!?!" she screamed in the girl's face. "Well, this whiny dishtowel is going to make you regret those words, girlie! You and your little friend too! Just like I did to Olive Hornby..."

The ghost floated upward and shrieked at the the top if her voice, "HEADMASTER! PROFESSORS! STUDENTS SKIPPING S.O.R.E!!!! BOY IN THE GIRLS' LOO!!!!!"