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Myrtle was gaining on Yvette. She concentrated hard. Yvette was a metre from the ground, half a metre, she pulled her handle up and the broom rose again. By now, the entire Quidditch Pitch was watching, all scared for Myrtle’s life. She had now dived lower than Yvette. The ground was creeping up on her. She wrenched her broom up and shot into the air, a victorious smile plastered across her face.

Everybody below her had a look of absolute astonishment on their face, except for Antoinette. She was beaming with joy. Yvette’s face had turned to a look off utter envy. Myrtle was now flying right beside her.

“Maybe next time, you’ll think twice about trying to out fly me and my “rust bucket” broom.” Said Myrtle “Oh, and by the way, perhaps some flying lessons would help. You know, we don’t want you to be beaten all your life.”

The crowd cheered and someone right below Myrtle threw their hat into the air. Myrtle flew under it and caught it before doing a loop-the-loop and landing in front of Antoinette who was standing next to Cameron Wood. He looked like a stunned mullet and when he finally closed his mouth, he said,

“Fancy being our Seeker Myrtle?”

“I suppose I could fit it into my schedule.” She replied.

“Well, I better announce the team. Oi! Everyone, gather round. I have an announcement to make. Gryffindor’s new Beater who will replace Lachlan Burgess is fourth year Hayden Pauls.”

The fourth years cheered in approval. Cameron cleared his throat.

“In the position of Chaser, please welcome Antoinette Weasley from second year.”

Myrtle screamed till her throat was sore. Antoinette and Myrtle hugged and started doing a little jig around the pitch in celebration.

“And finally, but, I guess you already know this. In the position of Seeker, put your hands together for Myrtle Potter, who’s fabulous display of flying earned her this position fair and square.”

The crowd did not need to be told to clap. They were all so happy at the new selection that they cheered and clapped till their hands were red and raw. Even the Ravenclaw’s and Hufflepuffs nearby were applauding her.

For once in her life, Myrtle realised that it didn’t matter if she was Harry Potter’s daughter or not, she was special because she was Myrtle and nothing could take that away from her.