"Oh, is that really you?" Myrtle squealed, swooping out quickly before stopping directly in front of the twins. Her entire body translucent, hovering over the floor in front of the cambions. Long black hair in two pigtails, round glasses framing what should've been deep blue eyes, now like all ghosts, they were dark grey. An expression of wonder and happiness across her young face. Her hands reached out, one to a cheek of each twin, she was cold but all the three could feel was warmth.