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.
“Oi—- ‘m perfectly right in the head, thank you very much.”
“Y'sure about that?” He blinked, staring at the girl. Who was she? An escaped prisoner of Azkaban? Had she been in the mental hospital? Was this a joke gone bad?
"–you’re joking, you’ve got to be. if it’s 2014, who wins the war?“