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.
“Honestly, Ronald, I don’t understand why you have so much trouble keeping your room even the slightest bit organised. Where are Harry and I meant to sleep?”
"Been here five minutes and she’s already nagging on me.” He sighed, brow creasing as he watched her move around his room. “C'mon, don’t mess up my Quidditch books.”