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.
{ ❧ } ❝Pumpkin pasties will be included. And the loser pays. Prepare your galleons, Weasley.❞
She followed, rose lips tugged into a smile of their own. He sure was excited for their upcoming duel.
❝Well, put the board and your mind to good use now. I won’t go easy on you.❞
"Wouldn’t dream of it. Go hard or go home.“
He was smug– for a reason. People didn’t all him the wizard chess king for nothing. It wasn’t a name– it was a title. He earned it. She was foolish if she thought he would go easy on her just because she was a girl. When they reached the portrait, he mumbled the password after a couple of tries trying to remember what it was and then led the way inside the room.