Avalon's eyes widened as Myrtle sped toward her. She immediately regretted trying to be polite. Instinctively flinging one of her hands out in front of her (as if that would even do anything), she gulped down a breath of air. Myrtle just kept on going. And now that she thought about it, acting defensive might just make it worse. Avalon tentatively lowered her hand. "I'm sorry, Myrtle," she said calmly, trying to diffuse the situation. And now the ghost was asking her to visit her in the bathroom. Oh dear. If she said no, Myrtle would surely freak out. "I was genuinely just wondering if you were doing alright today." Maybe the ghost was lonely. Avalon felt bad for her in a way.

She glanced over her shoulder as the Hufflepuff Prefect offered up a snarky reply. Avalon had to bite her lip to keep from bursting out laughing. She gave the girl a grateful glance as Myrtle zoomed away. But this time, she zoomed toward the Prefect. And there she went again, yelling at the top of her lungs. At least the other ghost at the party seemed friendly. She made her way over to the group talking to Edgar.