Molly Weasley II knew she'd never live up to her namesake - the perfect grandmother - but that didn't mean she wouldn't try.
.oOo.
She took up her dad's disposition (even though no one liked it very much) and did nothing but study. She purposely messed up her vision to get glasses (not like Uncle Harry's, a now very popular style). They were pretty scarlet ones - it was her House color, after all.
Was it wrong a Weasley wished to be in Ravenclaw? Of course not. Al and Rose had managed to do it, and everyone still loved them to pieces.
"Oh, how smart!" "Beauty and brains, Hermione; how lucky!" "Harry, he looks just like you. He seems to have inherited your knack for Defense, too!"
Molly was even lousy at cooking (she burnt a bagel, for crying out loud), Grandma Weasley's specialty. Her mother, Audrey, was carefree and beautiful - and now so was her little sister, Lucy.
(Sometimes she wonders if she chose the right parent to look up to.)
Molly Weasley II couldn't live up to her namesake - but by Merlin she'd try.