Moaning Myrtle was sitting in her u-bend crying and remembering what it was like to be able to dance. Dancing was her favourite thing when she was alive.
"It's not fair! I hate being dead!" She sighed and sat down, tears pouring from her translucent eyes.
She stood up again and started to twirl about the room, humming the Nutcracker Suite as she went. She remembered every leap and spin Clara made and repeated them.
"Ahahaha! Myrtle's dancing, ickle little baby she is!" Peeves chortled as Myrtle shrieked and hid not wanting to know how long Peeves had been watching.