Irial waited what seemed like ages, but she finally came. He'd nearly dozed off when he heard her annoying, but somewhat endearing voice call his name.

Turning to look at her, he smiled kindly. "Of course I came, Myrtle. I told you I'd come, didn't I? I wouldn't just forget about you." He looked around; the corridor was deserted. Oh good. This way he'd have Myrtle all to himself. The ghost was incredibly interesting. And he was sure she didn't have many friends. Well, he'd be her friend, if she'd let him.

"How are you doing, Myrtle?" he asked her conversationally, still not quite sure what to talk about with a ghost. But he supposed that question was as good as any, right?