A/N: Hey, readers. :)

I know I'm supposed to be working on A Burning of a New Flame and The Hearts Captured, but I just really liked the idea of these one-shots.

And on with the story…

Lucy…

My name is Lucille Claire Weasley – Lucy for short. If you even think about calling me Lucille, I will hex you. I hate my name.

I'm the youngest daughter of Percy and Audrey Weasley; my older sister being Molly who was named after my paternal grandmother.

I don't exactly look like the rest of my family, more taking my mother's looks with wavy, auburn locks and hazel green eyes. My skin was more olive than porcelain, and my face wasn't splashed with small freckles on the nose like my older sister.

I'm 15 years old, just having my birthday on Valentine's Day. That's right; I'm supposed to be a love baby, right?

Wrong.

I'm nothing like that, according to family and mostly my father and sister.

Apparently, I'm stubborn, rebellious and tend to be loud. But isn't everyone in my family headstrong? I admit, I have a horrible temper and lash out at anyone for basically anything, but that's not my fault.

An example of that are Molly and my constant bickering. We argue over everything; but it doesn't help that we're so different. She's more like my father; studious, and organized, whereas I'm more artsy and love to have fun.

I love the outdoors, and I play Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team since second year, much to my father's displeasure.

I'm known at school, but otherwise I keep to myself. I'm not generally liked, I guess, but... so what? I have a group of tight-kit friends, and my best friend would be my cousin; Dominique.

Dom and I always hung out, usually outside under one of those big trees with our legs sprawled out, my hair and her honey-blonde waves flapping in the gentle breeze.

We mostly talked.

I don't know what about, but usually about anything that popped into our heads.

She was my best friend, and had always been close.

She was a few months older, her birthday in December, but she was still in the same year as I – fifth year.

I usually keep to myself, though I tend to be loud and adventurous. I loved to climb trees and just run, run wherever I could until my father caught me.

The climbing trees bit still remained occasionally, but I still loved to run about.

I also loved swimming. Just being under the waves was like a second-nature to me. I was an excellent swimmer, but of course, I never really got to spend time in my freedom because of school.

Speaking of Hogwarts, did I mention how much fun it was? Well, apart from the actual subjects of course.

I was a lot like my Aunt Ginny. Ever since Teddy Lupin had started, I'd been excited but had immediately regretted it because of the classes.

I'm fiercely loyal to my family and friends, and because of that, the Sorting Hat almost put me in Hufflepuff. But I'm also brave, like the lion on our emblem.

I may not look it, but I truly am a Weasley.

A/N: So, what did you think?

I don't really like this. But it's just mainly a biography of how the characters would describe themselves in my eyes. Of course, this is only the second generation.

Anyway, flames are accepted, more the better.

So please review!

-italianbellaHP xo