For once in her life Paris was silent as two professors walked in and stared at the mirror. She wanted to poke Jake in the back and tell him to shut up and just do what Professor Forrester asked him to do, but no he had to run his mouth and she was silently happy that the puffs had lost some points even if it was her friend who lost them.

She was surprised at the appearance of some more ghosts. It igged her that one of them was the Grey Lady. "Oh great," she mumbled.

"Oh no don't call Myrtle," She begged Lyra. "This is a perfectly lovely place without that ship wreck," Well at least there weren't any taps for her to flood.