Poor Moaning Myrtle

There was havoc amongst the Hogwarts students, teachers alike. Many of the teachers were suggesting to close the school. The headmaster agreed. The death of one student (Myrtle) was enough to loose all the students due to worried parents, even if he hadn't intended to do so. The Great Hall was silent compared to the usual chattering and laughter. Instead, there was quiet whispers. Any other day, the headmaster would have given anything to have this amount of noise. But today, he wanted nothing but the happy sound echoing the ancient walls.

Suddenly, there was a flash of sliver near the doors. The little noises that were coming from the students stopped abruptly. A translucent Myrtle floated out from behind the door. Many students gasped. "Why so surprised?" she inquired in a sing-song voice. "It's only me, poor Moaning Myrtle. That's what you call me, isn't it?" Olive Hornby, a popular, second year Hufflepuff nearly choked on her breakfast. "Oh, never mind me" she said, her voice changing, now on the edge of breaking into angry yells. "I've just come to see my old friend, Olive Hornby."