He didn’t bother looking nervously over his shoulder as he pushed his way into the girl’s bathroom on the second floor. He’d visited it for nearly an entire year in sixth year after all, and Harry had been the only person to stumble across him. He was slightly apprehensive to see Myrtle again though - she was a strange character, and he imagined that it was only the fact that she had found him crying in the toilet that had endeared him to her.  