"You really do look like the perfect blend of your mother and father." She giggled, choking up emotionally. "I had wondered when this day would come. When he visited me last year to tell me he had just watched his first-year son in his first Quidditch match I didn't believe him to begin with. How could the little toddlers that he came to me worried about raising already be at Hogwarts? Of course, he also explained he hadn't told you about me yet, unable to find the words to explain to two eleven-year-olds that his soulmate died. I more than understood, which I told him when he felt guilty about it, but oh I had looked forward to finally meeting you," Myrtle floated down to sit on the floor, as they did to get more comfortable.