Moaning Myrtle? She had heard that once or twice, it's what Olive and her friends had called her behind her back when they thought she wasn't listening. Instinctively, her lips curled into a sour pout, and her eyes watered a little bit at the thought.
"What are you talking about?" Myrtle demanded, stomping her foot slightly impatiently at him. He was one of Olive's friends, wasn't he? Someone who she'd gone to school with and hadn't recognized. She didn't think it was possible, but he'd somehow heard that unfortunate name. "How do you know that?"