WC: 100.

People looked right through her. Their eyes landed on her for a second and then darted away, searching for something better than eleven-year-old Lucy Weasley to look at. They chose not to see her. She wasn't invisible, but she was transparent.

No one tried to see her. It was simply easier not too.

The day Molly left for Hogwarts, Lucy dressed in bright yellow, longing to be seen.

It didn't make a difference. It's Molly's moment, sweetheart, they told her when she cried because no one was paying her any attention.

Molly's moment. Of course.

And squibs don't get moments.

AN: Well, that was depressing. I'm sure Lucy's family would love her even if she was a Squib, but I don't thin she'd necessarily believe that at the age of eleven. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed!