Moaning Myrtle

“My, my! I don’t believe you are a Hogwarts Prefect!”

Fleur glared at the ghost covering herself with her hands. “Qu’est ce que tu fabrique, chienne? Va a l’enferre, miserable putain! Tu es un miserable froissaid, ver de terre! Et….”

“What language! I imagine Madame Maxime and Professor Dumbledore will be most put out….conne!”

Fleur’s anger mingled with embarrassed fear. She didn’t need this embarrassment ar all. “I…..apologise. Tu mas prendre par surpris! Zat is all. W-would you m-mind turning aroun plleese?”

“Why? We are both girls here, even if I am….not physical and you are part Veela.

Fleur **** herself not to redden.

“I would love though to see you….try something.”

“Quoi?” “Welll….”