The truth was, unfortunately, I was a no one.  I'd never be the kind of person to stand out in a crowd.  My mom fervently tried to change this about me by buying me expensive clothes, bright colors (which would totally end up washing me out), and flashy jewelry, but nothing would really do the trick.  I was still just average Olivia.

“Oh, Olivia, put that ruddy thing away.”  The yummy Scottish accent coaxed me into putting my wand back into my pocket.  He surveyed the scene.  “Where are the gingers?”

“I haven’t seen thing one or thing two anywhere, sorry.”

I smiled. I was victorious. Totally just beat Fred Weasley at his own game. "So, Freddy, have you decided on just one nickname?" I asked casually, praying his response would be yes. I couldn't take all these different names; it was seriously going to drive me crazy.

He paused and seemed to mull over the idea. "Hmm, I'm going to need a few more days for this. Gotta test drive sommore nicknames. What do you think of Ivia?"