Myrtle mutely nodded at Ron, her eyes still regarded him suspiciously from behind her magnified lenses. She made no move to draw her wand when he lifted his, but couldn’t help the nervous flinch that came when he waved his wand around her. She had been hexed more than once in her time, and while it had never been anything serious, she still got nervous.
When nothing happened, other than a pleasant warm feeling, Myrtle smiled rather pleasantly at the man in front of her. “I was going back to the common room after working on my potions work and I saw Olive. Olive went storming through this door all suspicious, and I followed her and I’ve been wandering all around the forest.” She couldn’t help the pout that tugged on her lips. “I couldn’t find Professor Dumbledore, or headmaster Dippet or anyone.”