"EEEEEEEEEE," Myrtle squealed as she flew through the door and whirled a few laps around the dungeon.

Settling near the professor, she looked around the dungeon. Why was she... "Ooo, handsome boy," she cooed, a small smile coming to her lips, looking first toward the professor and then over to the boy in the chair. Floating in his direction, she hovered right near his ear, her wispy fingers flicking up his shirt, occasionally slipping and passing through him entirely.

"What did you do to get stuck down here in the icky dungeon?" she baby-talked at him, snuggling up as best she could, seeing as she was dead. "You're too cute to be down here. You'd look better in my loo."

Maybe he'd enter that tournament and die! Then he could share her loo forever!