He turned his attention back at the sink tap with a snort. Perhaps it was time to reward Myrtle with some company. Tom took a moment to picture the Granger girl and Warren haunting the place together. He shook his head in disgust. One mud-blood was plenty, two was a crowd. He would probably just feed the witch to his Basilisk inside the Chambers. He would not make the same mistake twice. Letting his pet run about the school grounds had proven reckless the first time. 