Myrtle had been crying in the girl's bathroom again. Floating out of her cubicle she drifted towards the Great Hall. Hogwarts students were running around to their tables and the rest of the ghosts were chattering with student, staff or other ghosts.
Moaning myrtle looked around at the table and spotted a peculiar looking boy she had never seen before. He was a ghost about her age. 'What was he doing here' she thought to herself. Rarely were there occasions of ghosts moving in to Hogwarts. He was a pale ghost wearing glasses and by the look of his form he had died at a similar age as her.
The boy ghost flew up to her. "Hello my name is Jamie. I just moved here". "What's your name?" Myrtle shyly said her name and disappeared once more to her cubicle and started wailing. Nearly Headless Nick came down and talked to Jamie. "Hello there, young lad, what is your occasion of coming to Hogwarts?"
Jamie replied with "Voldemort killed me and I came to Hogwarts for a place of comfort and this is where my sister used to go to school. She died with me but moved on to the place beyond. I was afraid." Nearly Headless Nick realised the sadness of the topic of this boy's death and did not question him any longer. "By the way, Myrtle died a long time ago in her cubicle, and she is quite sensitive. You'd be best not to mention too much to her" Nearly Headless Nick replied and flew off.
Meanwhile Myrtle was having a good old cry. She was thinking of Harry Potter, the first boy she'd let into her bathroom as he slid down the chamber of secrets. She liked Jamie's googly eyes and voice and she thought she might let Jamie share her cubicle if he wanted.