Okay. This was officially bizarre. Now students were talking to the air? She didn't even see any ghosts yet. Avalon felt uncomfortable just shouting out into the void. She pulled her robe tighter around her body as she adjusted to the chill in the room, peering around for some spirits to talk to. And this music? Absolutely dreadful. Avalon hoped that she would at least get to have some meaningful conversations with a few ghosts during this party. Soon enough, she spotted Moaning Myrtle. She had never really talked to a ghost before though. Was there a proper way to start a conversation? She knew Moaning Myrtle was known for being emotional, so she had to tread carefully. Perhaps she could just be herself and see where the conversation led to. "Hello Myrtle," Avalon said politely. "How are you today?"