I wish I was beautiful like Victoire.

Don't tell her I said that.

But, it's just, with her lovely silver blond hair, that shines golden in the sunlight, too hard to be better than her. To stop living in her shadow.

Oh, how I wish things were reversed, if only for a day.

But no. I have to be the one with ugly red hair and dull blue eyes and a face covered in stereotypical Weasley freckles. I'm not the pretty one.

In fact, I might just be no bloody one.

Compared to all of my cousins, and my purely wonderful, absolutely darling Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron and Uncle Harry, and little miss perfect, only-girl-in-seven-generations-Aunt Ginny.

Maybe, just maybe, if I was pretty like Victoire, I might be just as noticed as them.