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.
❝ —- - you’re rude. i should call ginny and make her tell your mom. she’s lovely, by the way —— - wrote a letter for her. she gave me a cute sweater. ❞
she leans beside him, letting her head rest on his shoulder.
"Y'wrote my mum?“ Okay, he shouldn’t be surprised. Definitely wasn’t when he heard about the sweater ordeal. "Guess that means you’re officially one of the Weasley clan. Once y'get one of those, there’s no backing out.”
Then, he was a bit taken back by her movements, though not enough to remove himself from that position on the couch.