DREADFUL!!!

That was all Myrtle had to say about this miserable excuse of a party. None of the ghosts bothered talking to her AT all except out of politeness. None of them seemed to care what she was thinking and NONE of them asked them how she was feeling. Typical! They were just like the living. No one cared for poor Myrtle!

"Ooh but what's this?" she hiccupped softly to herself. LIVING people at a Death Day party. That hadn't happened since...she preferred not to think about that dreadful event.

Was this the history of magic class? Yes it was. There was that dreadful hag Alice. Myrtle realized what was going on.

"Come to gawk at poor Myrtle?" She said this as she got closer to the students.