Justin Finch-Fletchley waltzed into the out of order girls bathroom.
He had a bag of truffles.
"FOR ME?" shrieked Myrtle
"Yes, honey pie," answered Justin.
Myrtle stuffed her face with the truffles.
They began to snog.
It was then that the author remembered that ghosts cannot snog.
Or can they?
The author does not know.
"I do not know!" yelled the author.
"Tomorrow, I want croutons," said Myrtle.
"Okay," said Justin.
THE END
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((A/N: Got my idea from, well.I'm stuffing my face with truffles right now,
I have been blessed with a high metabolism.but now I feel sick.eck. And
croutons are good. I want croutons. But first I want a drink to wash down
these truffles.happy day.))