People always expect me to be just like my father. They expect me to be a prefect, top of my class, work in the Ministry. But they don't know. They don't understand me.
The name's Molly Weasley. No, not the one who lives in The Burrow. I'm Percy's daughter. Sister to Lucy. Niece of the famous Harry Potter. The people who meet me think, oh, she's a Weasley. She's Percy's daughter. She must be smart. Well, believe it or not, I'm average.
I'm not top of my class, and I'm not a prefect. That's Lucy's job. I'm a Gryffindor. My sister is in Ravenclaw. I'm in Quidditch, she's too busy studying. I'm Mums favorite, she's Dads. We're different as night and day. Oh, and did I mention, we're identical twins?
Yes, we used to be able to pass for each other, but soon we started noticing differences everywhere. She was smarter, but just because she tried harder. I was more daring, always getting into trouble. She would always try to talk me out of it, and I would always call her a coward. She didn't like that.
Things got worse when we started school. We were sorted into different houses, and became as different as night and day. She went out of her way to make me look bad, and I went out of my way to get her in trouble with teachers. During the holidays she would strut around the house like a queen, and Dad would always give her whatever she wanted. During the summer holidays, Mum would take me to Quidditch games while she and Dad went to the Ministry, her job shadowing him from the beginning. Dad loved that.
Then when it came to marks, it was always a hassle. She would throw a tantrum whenever I did better than her in anything, telling dad that I must have cheated. Mum would always come to my rescue, stating that since I was a Gryffindor it was not in my nature to cheat. Lucy didn't listen though, and dad would always take her side, and I would be grounded till school came the following month. Finally when we got to OWL's, and there was no way to cheat, Lucy had to admit that there was no way I could have cheated. And since my intelligence was so much lower than hers apparently, there was no way I could find a way past the Anti-Cheating Quills.
So there you have it. Me and my sister, different as night and day. We're probably never going to change, but Mum has hope that someday we will get along. I highly doubt it.