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The Deathday Party
"RudeyouwasaboutpoorMyrtle."Hetookadeepbreathandbellowed,"OY!MYRTLE!"
"Oh,no,Peeves,don’ttellherwhatIsaid,she’llbereallyupset,"Hermionewhisperedfrantically."Ididn’tmeanit,Idon’tmindher-er,hello,Myrtle."
Thesquatghostofagirlhadglidedover.ShehadtheglummestfaceHarryhadeverseen,half-hiddenbehindlankhairandthick,pearlyspectacles.
"What?"shesaidsulkily.
"Howareyou,Myrtle?"saidHermioneinafalselybrightvoice."It’snicetoseeyououtofthetoilet."
Myrtlesniffed.
"MissGrangerwasjusttalkingaboutyou-"saidPeevesslylyinMyrtle’sear."Justsaying—"
"Justsaying-saying-howniceyoulooktonight,"saidHermione, glaringatPeeves.
MyrtleeyedHermionesuspiciously.
"You’remakingfunofme,"shesaid,silvertearswellingrapidlyinhersmall,see-througheyes.
"No-honestly-didn’tIjustsayhowniceMyrtle’slooking?"saidHermione,nudgingHarryandRonpainfullyintheribs.
"Oh,yeah—"
"Shedid—"
"Don’tlietome,"Myrtlegasped,tearsnowfloodingdownherface,whilePeeveschuckledhappilyoverhershoulder. "D’youthinkIdon’tknowwhatpeoplecallmebehindmyback?FatMyrtle!UglyMyrtle!Miserable,moaning,mopingMyrtle!"
"You’veforgottenpimply,"Peeveshissedinherear.
MoaningMyrtleburstintoanguishedsobsandfledfromthedungeon.Peevesshotafterher,peltingherwithmoldypeanuts,yelling, "Pimply!Pimply!"
"Oh,dear,"saidHermionesadly.
