Myrtle had decided to stick to the house lately. There was a lot of drama going on, and she didn't know how to handle it. There had been the attacks, and the blood and the bickering and then Draco was upset about something and that in itself upset Myrtle.
And then Aslan had escaped the manor. She'd chased him most of the way down the path, barefooted after her feline friend. She didn't like it when he tried to go adventuring, especially when times were tense and there was no magic.
She'd caught the cat, just barely through, before nearly bounding into another person walking towards the manor. She looked up at her, adjusted her glasses and tried to smile.
"You're new, right?" She said that, only because she was still unfamiliar, but she was certain she'd seen her around the castle during lessons. "I'm Myrtle."