Hello, Harry. Hello, Draco. Have you been bad boys again?

Myrtle," Harry said slowly, "how am I supposed to breathe?"

At this, Myrtle's eyes filled with sudden tears again.

"Tactless!" she muttered, groping in her robes for a handkerchief.

"What's tactless?" said Harry, bewildered.

"Talking about breathing in front of me!" she said shrilly, and her voice echoed loudly around the bathroom.

Maybe he murdered Myrtle; that would’ve done everyone a favor. . . .

Myrtle goggled at them.

"You're alive," she said blankly to Harry.

"There's no need to sound so disappointed," he said grimly...

"Oh, well... I'd just be thinking... if you had died, you'd have been welcome to share my toilet," said Myrtle, blushing silver.

"Urgh!" said Ron... "Harry! I think Myrtle's grown fond of you! You've got competition, Ginny!

We Have To Stop Moaning

A lot of players are moaning about that.