The other's story
Molly Helen Weasley
She was the good girl, the well behaved one. For her it was much more fun to read a good book, preferable someone you'd learn from, than fool around on brooms playing qudditch or things like that.
Even her favourite cousin, the three year older Victoire, had once told her to be a little more fun. But why? She wasn't going to be a qudditch player; she was going to get a well paid job in the Ministry just like her parents. So many evenings she spent studying while her friends sat and talked about a lot of, to her, meaningless stuff. She was aiming high she knew, attempting to get just as many O.W.ls as her dad and Aunt Hermione. Outstanding in all, preferable.
Yet sometimes she talked with her oldest cousin, mostly about books but as they grew older boys became a frequent subject too.
Like her cousin she'd been sorted into Ravenclaw and her mum had been very pleased, telling that she'd been in that house too. Yes, "the house of the brainiest", as several of her cousins used to call it truly seemed the right house for her. In that house she'd gotten friends even though she sometimes buried herself in homework. Her best friend however wasn't a student:
On her first day she'd struck up a talk with Ravenclaw's ghost The Grey Lady. Ever since the two girls, one dead the other alive, had shared a most unusual friendship. Still, hadn't Uncle Harry had a similar one with Moaning Myrtle? Then why couldn't she have one with The Grey Lady or Helena Ravenclaw?