Least loved, always, by the mother who craved a daughter... least loved, now, by the girl who prefers your friend... second best, always, eternally overshadowed.
“—Luna Lovegood, to be precise. Reckon it’s a bit awkward, calling me by my last name when I don’t play Quidditch.” That logic was clearly sound, clearly. Nonetheless, she’s certain that’s the main context in which she’s heard other students refer to each other as such. “—but I suppose that’s up to you.”
Her reasoning flew right over his head for a moment– bit odd, this one. He s'posed Quidditch was something that was often tied to when one would see his face; not that he was some Quidditch king, but more so because the Weasleys were known for their Quidditch capabilities. Then again, perhaps he was thinking too hard when it came to the girl’s logic and it might be best to just leave it alone. “Er.. right. Luna. Ravenclaw– we’ve got a match comin’ up against your team, right?”