Blood is thicker than water, right?
I was sorted into Slytherin. It wasn't a shock for me, I knew that I was cunning and scheming. How else did I get away with so much growing up?
My family, they reacted differently. And when I woke up the next morning, I got a false letter from my parents, and cold looks and blanking from most of my cousins.
Oh yes, and it hurt. Prissy little miss Lily didn't get that, did she? No, she was told it was all right, that they still loved her. And that was true. She talked to me, but barely. All her friends were in Ravenclaw.
I am in third year now. I have gotten used to not being talked to by most of my cousins. Even my brother doesn't talk to me. I have gotten used to the cold stares and disappointment from my aunts, uncles and parents when they are told about my latest infraction or failing grade, how I persuaded Debby Hughes that she could ice-skate on the thin ice-covering on the lake, how I got caught drinking on campus, how I snuck out with Molly and Lucy (the only cousins who bothered) and didn't come back for two days.
No one but my friends talk to me, and it's fine. It's all fine. I am fine. I am in fifth year. Lily started talking to me. She is now just like me. Ha! That'll show them. Their little baby girl smoking and drinking and getting with anyone she can! We sneak out and add to our tattoos. We pierce our ears and grin at the family around us, who are staring in dismay.
I am packing my bags. Going to live with my boyfriend. Knocked up at nineteen after leaving school with no qualifications was the last straw, and I am going now. My family haave kicked me out. George and Angelina Weasley now have just one son.
I was revoked as a Weasley a long time ago. This just makes it official.
Blood is thicker than water.
Yeah, right.
