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 expect he’ll find his way here somehow. Otherwise, we’d have heard from him by now.” Her voice sounded far more confident than she truly was inside. “Have you got today’s Daily Prophet?”
He moved from his sitting position and onto his knees, reaching over to where a stack of papers laid sprawled out on the floor– ..after sifting through the pile, he found the Daily Prophet with today’s date on it and then handed it over to her. “Bunch of bloody nonsense in it. Honestly, the Prophet seems to make about as much sense as Lovegood’s Squibbler or whatever.”