"Mr. Professor Vindycus sir," Myrtle respectfully twirled her ghostly dress and batted her eyelashes at the man. She nodded at the Healer. "It's such a romantic evening, isn't it?" Myrtle giggled that nails-on-a-chalkboardish sound and floated over to the Ravenclaw in punishment.

The ghosty almost blushed at his compliment, only not, because she knew it was totally true. "Aww thank you," she beamed at the boy and decided to share his stool by basically floatsitting on him. "I like your shade of green fungus lipstick. You look so much older and more mature with it."

The green fungus lipstick, of course, was her way of telling him that she'd seen him making out with the dungeon wall. Teeheehee.