"Presents? For ME?" Myrtle squealed in her screechy tone, bobbing up in down in place and literally clapping with joy. "Boys, poems and presents all for ME."

She was totally worthy. Being the best ghostie everrrrrr sure had its priveledges.

Myrtle cracked a rare smile at the sight of the Head Girl shoving two boys forward - just two, a small sample of what was no doubt waiting for her in the Potions Lab.

"I'll follow you," the ghost nodded. "But isn't the Potions Lab underwaterrrrrr?"