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"
Do
n't
lie
to
me
,
"
Myrtle
gasped
,
tears
now
flooding
down
her
face
,
while
Peeves
chuckled
happily
over
her
shoulder
.
"
D'you
think
I
do
n't
know
what
people
call
me
behind
my
back
?
Fat
Myrtle
!
Ugly
Myrtle
!
Miserable
,
moaning
,
moping
Myrtle
!
"
"
You
've
forgotten
pimply
,
"
Peeves
hissed
in
her
ear
.
Moaning
Myrtle
burst
into
anguished
sobs
and
fled
from
the
dungeon
.
Peeves
shot
after
her
,
pelting
her
with
moldy
peanuts
,
yelling
,
"
Pimply
!
Pimply
!
"
"
Oh
,
dear
,
"
said
Hermione
sadly
.
Nearly
Headless
Nick
now
drifted
toward
them
through
the
crowd
.
"
Enjoying
yourselves
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
"
they
lied
.
"
Not
a
bad
turnout
,
"
said
Nearly
Headless
Nick
proudly
.
"
The
Wailing
Widow
came
all
the
way
up
from
Kent
...
It
's
nearly
time
for
my
speech
,
I
'd
better
go
and
warn
the
orchestra
...
"
The
orchestra
,
however
,
stopped
playing
at
that
very
moment
.
They
,
and
everyone
else
in
the
dungeon
,
fell
silent
,
looking
around
in
excitement
,
as
a
hunting
horn
sounded
.
"
Oh
,
here
we
go
,
"
said
Nearly
Headless
Nick
bitterly
.
