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.
“I figured he already has a date because he is a champion and everything.” she replied, pursing her lips together. “If you don’t want to go, that’s alright. I can find someone else..”
“I wasn’t first choice?”
Not that it was a question. He was used to that sort of thing, being pushed aside, everyone cheering Harry on in the spotlight whilst he was left in the dark. He wouldn’t complain about it either, not directly, anyway. But the slight disappointment could be heard in his tone, the way his shoulders drooped slightly more than usual and how his eyes told a story that his lips weren’t willing to say made it more obvious.