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Nymphadoraliz Smiling back at Paris, Liz concentrates on getting the corridor completely covered in water.
Looking at Moaning Myrtle, who seemed to be getting angry. "Dear Myrtle, my friend. Won't you join us? It'll be fun, watching other students slide down the corridor. Won't it?"
She nodded,
"Yeah Myrtle you like a bit a mischief don't you?" She asked the ghost with a smile playing on her lips.