Irial turned back when he heard Myrtle call his name and tell him to wait. He sighed and walked back over to her. He couldn't resist. When she turned to the other students, he frowned once more.

"They're covered in flour," he said quietly, wanting to snicker at them, but resisting. "They're not dead..." He wasn't one to usually ruin others' good fun, but this was just rude. Tricking the poor ghost.

"Myrtle they've tricked you." He said this quietly, leaning against the wall once more as he watched the commotion with a frown on his face. His arms were crossed over his chest and his purple eyes narrowed.