VI. Fiery-orange hair

Sometimes Daphne was a little jealous of Ginny Weasley – not, of course, that she would ever admit it.

Ginny was the youngest girl. She had six older brothers. She was allowed to do whatever she wanted, including playing Quidditch, because the family line would carry on regardless of whether she married or not.

Daphne, on the other hand, was the oldest girl. She had one younger sister. Her parents had never allowed her near a broomstick for fear that she'd fall off and damage herself in some way. She was made of porcelain; a beautiful little doll to be sold off to the highest bidder when her time came.

She hated it.

The thing that Daphne was really jealous of, though, was Ginny's hair. It was a wonderful, fiery, burning shade of orange. It was unusual and bright, just like the girl herself. It wasn't at all like Daphne's own hair, which was of such a shade of blonde that people always assumed she was as stupid as she was pretty.

Sometimes Daphne wanted to dye her hair bright, Weasley red. If she did that then maybe someone would take her seriously for once – maybe people would finally realise that she wasn't made of porcelain.