The Lost Boy
AlwaysPadfoot
Disclaimer: JK sold it all to me for Christmass, oh wait...
Twelve Days of Christmas (308 words)
Forgetting about my own cousin?
Yeah, well, it kind of makes sense since family is something I generally try to avoid, particularly when it comes to Weasley Dinners. I tended to keep my head down, since no one would hear me if I decided to say anything anyway. It half kind of made sense that I didn't even realise my cousin was here in my own house. Of course, I'd seen him being sorted, but it had all been a little overwhelming.
His face was lost to me in an endless sea of red hair and freckles, except Louis wasn't ginger, he was a strawberry blonde instead, and he only had slightest splattering of freckles across his cheeks. Oh, and of course, he was a Slytherin like me, not a Gryffindor like pretty much everybody else in our huge family, except Rose, who was our resident Ravenclaw. It didn't matter for her though because she was closer to my brother and the other Gryffindors.
"Could I..." Louis abruptly pulled me out of my thoughts as he stood, seeming like he'd just been abandoned next to the Slytherin table, looking at me. I shifted over, letting him claim the seat next to me and not speaking for a second. It seemed awkward to not really know him and sit next to him like I knew everything fom his middle name to deepest desire.
"I don't really do family," we said in unison. I guess I'd expected him to act like a crazy cousin, pretending like we should be joined at the hip, but no. It seemed that Louis Weasley didn't quite click into place in the Potter-Weasley dynamic.
I guess that's why I liked him, because in our huge family it was easy to get missed, easy to get lost.
At least this way we could get lost together.