The Youngest Weasley
The early-August air felt fresh and brisk and somehow clean, not damp or foggy from the rain that fell last night. The sky was a brilliant bright blue, no clouds on the horizon. 'It would be the perfect time to go fly' a pale faced girl thought as she looked out the window. Her dark chestnut hair was in a long braid down her back. She had big violet eyes an oval face and a small, rounded chin. She was working at her uncles joke shop as she did every summer. Her name was Lucy Weasley and she was the youngest Weasley in her generation. She didn't mind it sure it could be annoying at times when all her cousins would team up to play jokes on her, but she got used to it. She started spending as much time as possible away from home and with her cousins and uncles. She started spending extra time with her Uncle George and Aunt Angelina she decided she needed a good laugh, with it being so hectic at home with Molly's wedding.
The story belongs to Jk rowling but the Ocs are mine.