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"Who?" said Harry as they backtracked quickly.
                          
"Myrtle, I heard she haunts one of the lavatories in the girl's restroom on the first floor," said Henry.
                          
"She haunts a toilet?"
                          
"Yes. It's been out-of-order all year because she keeps having tantrums and flooding the place. I never went in there anyway if I could avoid it; it's awful trying to have a pee with her wailing at you--"
                          
"Look, food!" Said Ron.
                          
"Bloody hell Weasley." Kayden facepalm and sighed.
                          
On the other side of the dungeon was a long table, also covered in black velvet. They approached it eagerly but next moment had stopped in their tracks, horrified. The smell was quite disgusting. Large, rotten fish was laid on handsome silver platters; cakes, burned charcoal-black, were heaped on salvers; there was a tremendous maggoty haggis, a slab of cheese covered in furry green mould and, in pride of place, an enormous grey cake in the shape of a tombstone, with tar-like icing forming the words,
                          
SIR NICHOLAS DE MIMSY-ORPINGTON
                          
DIED 31ST OCTOBER, 1492
                          
"They should have placed your name too Knig-"
                          
"You want me dead, Weasley?" Kayden scowled as she raised her eyebrow.
                          
Ron shook his head fast as a no, Harry watched, amazed, as a portly ghost approached the table, crouched low, and walked through it, his mouth held wide so that it passed through one of the stinking salmon.
                          
"Can you taste it if you walk through it?" Harry asked him.
                          
"Almost," said the ghost sadly, and he drifted away.
                          
"I expect they've let it rot to give it a stronger flavour," said Hermione knowledgeably, pinching her nose and leaning closer to look at the putrid haggis.
                          
"Can we move? I feel sick," said Y/N.
                          
They had barely turned around, however, when a little man swooped suddenly from under the table and came to a halt in midair before them.
                          
"Hello, Peeves," said the eight students cautiously.
                          
Unlike the ghosts around them, Peeves the Poltergeist was the very reverse of pale and transparent. He was wearing a bright orange party hat, a revolving bow tie, and a broad grin on his wide, wicked face. 
                          
The only people who can handle him is Y/N and the Slytherin ghost, The Bloody Baron.
                          
"Nibbles?" he said sweetly, offering them a bowl of peanuts covered in fungus.
                          
"No, thanks," said Benjamin.
                          
"Heard you talking about poor Myrtle," said Peeves, his eyes dancing. " Rude you was about poor Myrtle." He took a deep breath and bellowed, "OY! MYRTLE!"