Myrtle had heard rumours, dangerous, delicious, dark rumours about a death in the school. And naturally, this being her area of expertise, she had to snoop around and figure out if the student had been Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, or Slytherin.

It was with a sly smirk on her face that she floated into the Spirit Room. Right away she saw the Grey Lady and floated forward to taunt her.

"Helena, Helena," Myrtle cooed, tugging at a bit of fabric on the older ghost's dress. "How are things in Ravenclaw Tower?" she suggested, innocently twirling one pigtail. "Are all your students still breaaatthing?" Myrtle giggled and bounced a little ways away from the Ravenclaw's reach - just in case she didn't like the little pun.