Lucy Weasley.

I've only said my name and you already think you know who I am, that's the thing about being a Weasley. You've conjured up an image in your mind; red hair, long nose, dark freckles, and shabby clothes.

Gryffindor, of course. How could there be any other choice? I'm a Weasley. And the Weasleys are Gryffindors.

I bet you've got me all figured out. I'm pretty well known for making trouble, like Weasleys often do. But, I still get good marks, because I'm smart, as all Weasleys are. I play Quidditch, obviously, like a good Weasley should.

But you're wrong. You're totally wrong.

I'm blonde. Like my mother. Because contrary to what you may believe, the Weasleys don't marry their cousins.

I'm in Hufflepuff. Hufflepuff. Oh, the horrid scandal!

I'm quiet. Very soft-spoken on most occasions. I don't make trouble. And I'm dead awful at Quidditch.

Maybe I do have Weasley freckles, and maybe my marks aren't awful, but that doesn't make you right. In fact, even if I was everything that you thought I would still be wrong.

You'd be wrong because you thought you could judge me before you even met me. And nothing, nothing in the world makes that alright.

That doesn't stop anyone though. You get to Hogwarts, and no one wants to get to know you, because they think they already do.

But I guess that's the thing about being a Weasley isn't it?