Don't listen to them
Our story begins in Myrtle's bathroom, her boyfriend Griphook is trying to comfort her.
Myrtle muttered, "They were throwing dungbombs at me and calling me names."
Griphook told her, "Don't listen to them, my dear."
Myrtle sighed. "I try to ignore them, but it's hard."
Griphook said, "If I could hold your hand right now to comfort you, I would."
Myrtle stated, "You can, I learned a trick just for occasions like this."
Griphook gasped. "Y-You did?"
Myrtle smiled. "It's simple, watch."
She floated down to the floor and blinked several times before turning solid.
Griphook asked, "How did you do that?"
Myrtle smirked. "It will be my little secret."
Griphook took her now solid hand in his and grinned. "I think that it's simply amazing that we can touch each other properly now."
Myrtle beamed, "I do too."