"You haven't come to see me for a hundred and fifty-three days."
When Snape ignored the "Out of Order" sign and pushed open the door to the girls' lavatory on the second floor, Moaning Myrtle suddenly drifted out from behind a faucet.
A layer of mist covered her pearly spectacles as she blocked the doorway and said resentfully, "You said you would come see me... I've been waiting here all this time..."
"Myrtle!" Snape jumped at her sudden appearance and took half a step back. "Well, aren't I here now?"
As he spoke, he hurriedly squeezed into the lavatory and swiftly pulled the door shut, lest passing students spot him sneaking into the girls' bathroom.
As he passed through Myrtle's body, Snape suddenly felt as though he had just jumped into a bucket of icy water. He could not help shuddering, his teeth lightly chattering.
"Not only that," Snape said, raising his hands to his mouth and breathing warm air into them. "Would you like to move somewhere else? Somewhere better than this. I also have a new friend I'd like to introduce you to."
"A new place?" A flicker of anticipation appeared in Myrtle's eyes, but she soon lost heart again, looking somewhat dejected. "I don't want people laughing at me and driving me away again."
"That place is quite hidden. Trust me," Snape said gently. "Would you like to come take a look? If it doesn't suit you, you can always come back."
Myrtle hesitated for a moment, then nodded lightly. "All right. I'm willing to have a look."
Snape told Myrtle their destination, but to his surprise, she passed straight through the lavatory ceiling.
"I'll wait for you upstairs, Sevy."
Snape jogged through the twisting corridors, heading for the painting on the Eighth Floor of a Troll