( f - a - v - o ~ r - i - t ~ e)
She was the brilliant one. She was the one who could fly almost as well as Uncle Harry. She was the one would was gorgeous, with her bright blue eyes and Weasley-red hair, and had an impressive amount of guys following her every step. She was the one who was kind and popular and everybody's favorite.
He was the forgotten one. He was the one who had the dull-colored eyes and plain brown hair, and was short and scrawny and ugly. He was the one that stood out from the Weasley clan, the only one besides his mother who had brown hair. He was the one who had less-than impressive grades, couldn't play Quidditch well to save his life, and was looked down upon by Professors.
Even his own parents held blatant favoritism towards his sister. Even when she brought home the son of their enemy, no favor was lost. Ron had grinned uneasily, patted his daughter on the head, and muttered that the git wasn't good enough for his precious Rose.
Hugo knew that even if his parents loved him, they didn't love him nearly as much as they loved Rose.
He was the forgotten one. He was the ordinary one.
He was the least favorite.
For Aiiimy's drabble challenge over of the HPFC forum.
prompt: favorite
disclaimer: if you recognize it, it probably doesn't belong to me.
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