The other's story
Louis Charlie Weasley
Being the youngest really wasn't easy. And it didn't make it easier that he only had sisters, his luck that Dominique at least could be fun sometimes. If he'd had to grow up with only girly-girl older sister he was pretty sure he'd have run away.
Not that he didn't like his sisters he loved them. He just wished his parents could have gotten some more sons. Well, he still had his cousins to play with. And of course there was Ted. The orphaned part member of their family had always been his greatest idol as he was the only boy from their generation older than him. When his oldest sister hooked up with Ted he loved the idea. Honestly, how cool wouldn't it be to get the person he'd always looked up to as a brother-in-law?
For some reason he'd never liked the thought of having his coppery red hair cut and his mum couldn't really say anything. After all, his dad still, even when he'd got three children, wore his hair in a ponytail. Other that that he was a true Weasley freckles all over and long and lanky. Just like his dad.
"A true Gryffindor" the hat had called him. Of course he had his dad's brains but he, unlike his just as clever sister Victoire, wasn't the studying type. His philosophy was quite simple that if something didn't come with a minimum of work he could probably live without it. Not that he was lazy. He could be very active. Just not with books.