"If.... No... You'd never do that..." Myrtle starts speaking. Her voice trailed away, as Draco whirled around to face her. Facing the spectre, she barked... well more whined, "If you have a suggestion... Tell me."
The ghost swallowed before starting. A couple of times, her mouth opening silently before closing as hesitancy was written all over her face.
"Since... you make an attractive girl..."
she paused measuring Draco's reaction so far.
"I know you're still male.... where it matters." she added in consolation, her own spectral cheeks flaring with a more silvery colour.
"With a little make-up, you could pass as witch."
"Why. would. I. want. to...." Draco bit off each word, struggling to keep her voice calm, and quiet enough not to be heard through the door. She didn't want either Crabbe or Goyle to crash through the door to rescue him from a danger.
"There is another passage from here, but it passes through the girls changing rooms. The changing rooms for Slytherin girls."
Despite his predicament, Draco felt a smile spread across her face. Naturally, she'd never been inside. But the rooms were used for the Quidditch team, and for changing into protective clothes for certain herbology lessons with tentacular leaves, and with some of the more 'challenging' potions.
"You'd have to pass as a girl amongst other girls."
"I'm not a GIRL." she protested a little loudly, before lowering her voice, "I'm not a girl." she repeated. The pouting look on her face, one thing she missed herself, but brought a smile to Myrtle's face.
"You could pass a spell, to ensure the right mannerisms." she suggested.
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