Myrtle stood in front of the Ministry of Magic because she was being evaluated for harassing Olive Hornby. Hermione thought it was idiotic and uncalled for since Olive was an evil little cockroach and deserved everything she got. On top of this, Hermione knew what had actually occurred after the chocolate pudding incident with Olive because she had been there.

When Olive stormed out of the Great Hall with pudding still dripping from her chin, Hermione thought she looked angry enough to explode. She wondered what the girl was up to, and so she followed her. Surprised that she could leave Myrtle's side for a while, Hermione took a few moments to watch as Olive glanced from side to side. She sneaked past a couple of Prefects on her way to the girl's dormitory and Hermione was only a few steps behind her.

Looking from side to side, Olive made sure no one was paying any attention to her before she made a break for it and entered the Ravenclaw's sleeping quarters. To say the least, Hermione knew Olive was up to something and she wanted to be there to see it so she made her way over to the girl's sleeping quarters as well.

Olive had started pacing and mumbling angry words beneath her breath as she walked back and forth inside the room where the girl's slept at night. There were compartments for each girl and each compartment had a twin sized bed, a nightstand beside the bed, and a curtain in front of the compartment for privacy. The curtain which Olive glanced toward now was the one that had belonged to Moaning Myrtle when she'd been alive.

Olive smiled to herself as she examined the room to make certain no one was there before she moved slowly over to Myrtle's old compartment. Hermione's eyes narrowed but she went over to see what Olive was up to as they both peered behind Myrtle's curtain. Moaning Myrtle's sleeping compartment still contained a few of Myrtle's personal affects. A framed photo sat on the nightstand directly across from Myrtle's bed and within the picture Myrtle's parents stood smiling for the camera and holding a very young Myrtle in their arms. Hermione was surprised to see this picture since she hadn't seen any in Myrtle's house but the fact that there was at least one photo warmed Hermione.

Smelling the fresh homey scent of honey in the air, Hermione glanced up to see a candle hanging in the air above the nightstand. It appeared as if Myrtle had cast a lingering spell on the burning candle which made it suspend in mid-air even after her death.

On the opposite side of Myrtle's bed Hermione saw a poster of something that surprised her. The lighthouse was located on a Muggle beach somewhere across the Pacific Ocean and the waves crashing onto the beach moved steadily in the poster. Hermione started when she noticed Olive drawing Myrtle's curtain back further as she entered the compartment.

Noticing the burning candle for the first time Olive's eyes, which still sported some pudding on the tips of her lashes, just landed on the floating candle. She smiled and muttered something unintelligible to herself before she crossed over to Myrtle's bed and stood on the drab woolen blankets which still covered it.

Olive climbed on the bed and stretched upward to retrieve the burning candle in her indelicate hands. Once she had a firm grip on the candle Hermione caught her sneering as she said, "Woops!"

After climbing down from the bed, Olive made a show of holding the candle gently over the bed so that the flames barely licked at Myrtle's bed covers. Then she took the candle and lit the family framed picture on fire. Standing back, Olive surveyed her work and frowned, "Not good enough, she deserves everything I give her and more."

Olive stepped out of the burning compartment and Hermione watched as the conflagration started spreading from the picture frame to the nightstand and from the blankets to the bed. Within a few moments, the sleeping compartment that had once belonged to Moaning Myrtle would be a veritable bonfire.

"I never did like these curtains anyway," concluded Olive as she sneered at the offending object leading into Myrtle's personal space.

Lighting the curtains on fire, Olive used the last of the flickering flames from the candle to burn the curtains down along with everything else Myrtle had ever been given while she'd stayed at Hogwarts.

Chuckling to herself, Hermione fumed angrily as Olive tossed the candle into the burning pile and left the room without anyone seeing her departure. Hermione's heart wrenched and her blood broiled as she saw Olive leave the girls sleeping quarters without being spotted by anyone alive. The only one who saw Olive leave the room was the ghost coming forward to survey the area.

"No one else saw her!"

Hermione's heart fell as she shook her head at the injustice of it all. Moaning Myrtle moved forward and witnessed the burning of her sleeping compartment as she wailed, "My family photo, and the lighthouse, everything all gone?"

"Irreplaceable?" Myrtle sniffled before she changed her tone and directed her anger at the empty space where the girl had exited. "Olive Hornby you'd better look after yourself! You'd better watch behind your back wherever you go, because I will be there. Watch where you go Olive, and look for it!"