"I'm glad to hear that," Verity said honestly. Digging into her purse, she handed Myrtle an envelope with her name on it, "I am organizing a camping trip and everyone is invited. When trying to deliver yours, I was informed that you were here, so I thought I would bring it to you personally with a some treats to help cheer you up. I know how much it sucks to be here."
For a second, it crossed Verity's mind that Myrtle might not be up for a camping trip. She had no idea what had happened to her or even if she would be fully healed and physically able. But she hadn't wanted the brunette to feel excluded, "It's alright if you do not wish to come. If you do, I'm sure you will have to consult Draco Malfoy- he is your guardian, yes?- to make sure you are up for it. There will be s'mores and hot chocolate and I'm sure your friends will be there."