She was a glowing ball of perfection. Because what else could a Weasley be? Expectations weren't a thing-but a lifestyle. Everyone excels in something in their family. Maybe it was Quidditch, or popularity, or intelligence, or pure perfection. Because they are W E A S L E Y S, and they are all a copy of somebody else, so they have to try and outshine them.
They all actually hate it-being them-being the second version of the earlier, better them. But then there is Lucy, and she is the only one (or so she feels) that isn't named after somebody else-somebody better, so she tries the hardest. To leave a legacy-to be somebody worth remembering-worth having somebody named after her.
And little does she know that Roxanne feels the opposite, because she is proud of being an individual, unlike Lucy. But they don't talk about it-because Weasley's don't talk about important things like that. No, they are all cheers and happiness, and god forbid you have something of use to say. Because even though they all try to be perfect, you can't really be. And even though they are only as famous as their namesake they can always try harder, can't they? So they do, but it's never enough.
Because being a Weasley isn't something that just happens-it's not just a name now is it? It's a way of living, of trying the hardest, of being the best, of being something worth remembering, of being admired by everybody else. Because Weasley's are special-if they try hard enough.
A/N~I'm not quite sure why I wrote this-I love the Weasleys, but it just came to me! Please leave a review, it would honestly make my entire day!