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It was summer yet again. I knew it was so. In mid-April was when I started to receive those Merlin-awful invitations to cotillions, coming-out parties, and debutante balls. Then when April was coming to an end, Antoinette, Ash-- whose parents were going to some island for the summer, leaving her to stay with us,-- Hendrix-- who was only involved because he'd begged his dad after learning Ash was going to be as well,-- Remus, Frank, the three quadruplets, and I were stolen away on Saturdays and Sundays for dress fittings and dancing lessons.

You know me as Nymphadora, Nymphie, or Dora. My mum and dad and entire family know me as that. But we have money, and we are part of society. Therefore, my mum and my cousins' mums find it necessary to force us into cotillions and balls and parties that not one of us want to go to. And when we are in these things, we aren't Dora, Nettie, Hendrix, Ash, Frank, and Remy, and the Malicious Three-- okay, maybe they aren't that way with everyone, just me and my circle of amigos. We're Nymphadora Hermione Weasley, Antoinette Aurelia Weasley, Hendrix Sirius Weasley, Ashley Rachel Howard, Frank Billius Longbottom, and Remus Sirius Jordan, and the Not-So Malicious Three-- aha, I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself.

Surely you're thinking that Nymphadora Hermione Weasley is just the same as Dora. But she isn't. Who is she, might you ask? Well, it's quite simple. Painful, but simple.

Nymphadora Hermione Weasley is the society daughter. She's the girl with the preppy curled hair that sits in perfect place, the belle of the ball dresses, the lace blouses, pencil skirts, and matching cardigans. She never loses her temper and she's always polite to everyone she meets. Elderly people love her and children look up to her; she involves herself with many charitable events and she always takes part in things that help others. She doesn't swear and she doesn't think with her mind in the gutter almost one-hundred percent of the time. She talks in a low, dulcet tone and she never, ever thinks about other people in a rude way. She wants to marry as soon as she finishes Hogwarts, spend the rest of her life on the board of all the societies and committees she has attended balls and cotillions for, and have at least six children, raising them all to grow up exactly like her. So, in other words, Nymphadora Hermione Weasley is a big pile of no-fun dragon dung.

Dora Weasley is a popular girl in the first year of Hogwarts, and she didn't even try. She's the girl with the newly stick-straight hair and side-bangs, the band tees, skinny jeans, high-top trainers, and hooded sweatshirts. She has a terrible temper and she isn't very nice to most people. Elderly people love her and children look up to her, but only because she acts like Nymphadora around them. She doesn't do much for charity or anything like that. She swears often and her mind basically lives in the gutter. She has a high-pitched, loud voice and she thinks mean things-- and sometimes says them out loud-- about people often. She really wants to work at Sapphire when she grows up. She wants to get married as soon as she falls in love, doesn't want anything to do with societies and committees, and have four children that can grow up however they please.

I must say, I'm more fond of Dora. Obviously. Dora's the real me, I think. Not even my Mum expects me to act like Nymphadora, it's really something that I bring about myself. Remember how I said that I screwed up a lot? Yes, well. That is why Nymphadora exists; because I'm aware that I'm clumsy, I'm aware that I do things in front of others that I shouldn't, I'm aware that I say totally inappropriate things at really bad times. And so, I try to make this fake person to keep these things from happening; they still do, no matter how hard I try.

Fairytale Princesses must always know how to comport themselves. I, however, had not yet learned how. Eventually…

I packed my last spring blouse into my trunk and slammed the lid down on top of my things. Ash's clothes were already packed, as were Antoinette's; I was the last one to finish. We would be leaving in a few moments for our last meal at Hogwarts of our first year, before we left officially for the summer. Saying I was sad to leave was an understatement; a huge one at that. I couldn't leave Hogwarts, it had become my home.

"Aren't you ready to see your Aunt Ani and the twins, Nymphadora?" Ash asked cheerfully. I knew she couldn't wait to return to my home, so close to seeing Hendrix for multiple hours every day, seeing as he'd probably just stay the night with us numerous times.

"Christopher and Ophelia, isn't that their names?" she tried again, hoping to get a reaction from me.

I nodded and then stood. Christopher and Ophelia had been born only slightly late. Meaning, only a few days. But it was lucky that it was Aunt Ani that was so often overdue, instead of one of my more impatient relatives, like Mum or Aunt Ginny. Merlin, would that be terrible. The two twins were by far the cutest little Weasley's that had been born yet, I was sure of it, except Hendrix. No one could deny that with his blonde hair and big blue eyes.

Ophelia had Aunt Ani's bright red hair, instead of that warm auburn color that Alasdair and Verity possessed. But it was streaked with many tendrils of brown and blonde, something I'd never seen in any of my family members. I loved her eyes, big and huge and blue like Uncle Ron's. Christopher looked exactly like Uncle Ron-- a bit of a drawback, but luckily, as a baby, he was very cute. Hopefully he'd grow out of most of my Uncle's looks by the time he aged old enough to start Hogwarts, or else the professors would be greatly confused.

I remember the day they were born; Aunt Ani was calm and complacent, not in any pain at all. She had the twins quickly without much struggle-- something I wasn't used to, with Mum, Aunt Ginny, and Aunt Hermione. Ophelia was a good baby; something Mum told me that I was definitely not. She only cried a bit after she was born. Christopher, on the other hand… well, that blasted infant did not close his trap for a good two hours after he was born. Nothing his mother or the nurses did could hush him. He just kept wailing and wailing. I had to leave the hospital room before my eardrums bled, and Uncle Ron brought Ophelia and came with me.

"Aren't you ready to see them?" Ash reiterated.

I grimaced. "Ophelia, yes. But not Christopher."

"What's wrong with Christopher?" Ash cried, jumping to protect her godson. Even with not even a whole year with my family, Ash had become one of us. Aunt Ani claimed that Ash was by far her favorite student-- earning glares from Antoinette and I-- and said that she wanted Christopher to gain the same love of charms as Ash had. Ash had no choice but to accept; how could you deny an offer as sweet as that? Or, at least, that's what she told Aunt Ani. I assumed her answer had something to do with Christopher's godfather-- Hendrix.

"He's not my goddaughter," I grinned. It was the first time I'd cracked a smile all day.

"Biased much?" Antoinette snorted. She wasn't a godmother to either of the twins, but I don't suppose she minded, as her newest sibling Regina had been born in January, and she was taking over her responsibility as Regina's oldest sister.

"Plus, those cotillions you girls are in should be fun for you," Calgary said jealously.

I snorted. "Seriously? Fun? Calgary, oh Merlin. Those balls are the most painful thing I've ever experienced in my life."

"But… Merlin! The pretty dresses, the dainty food, dancing around with all the boys in their elegant robes--"

"All of the boys in their elegant robes are complete prats," Antoinette muttered. "The dresses are bloody uncomfortable. And the food is too rich, it's disgusting."

"Thanks for that, 'Toinette. Squash all of my perfect dreams," Calgary rolled her eyes. "Really, I can always count on you for that."

"Yup."

"Honestly, you two. Can we go down to the Great Hall now? I'm starving!" I said, hoping to distract the two from their thoughts about cotillion so they wouldn't drag me into discussing it as well.

I already knew all the important things about the first one I had coming up; my dress was a deep forest green, Victoire would be once again helping me with my hair and makeup (and she'd been instructed by me to make it like she had for my birthday party), Remus was my escort, and Ash and I would be keeping a sharp eye on the three quadruplets.

"Yes, absolutely!" Antoinette jumped up.

You can always count on Antoinette to be prepared to eat at any time of the day…