Gryffindor. Curly red hair. Short. Pale. Dainty. Soprano. Cheekbone central. Perky. Smart. Prude. Sweet. Tiny. Sarcastic. Awkward. Nice eyebrows. I heard she has back dimples. Jawline stronger than a bludger. Quiet. Loud. Clumsy. Brutally honest. Terrifying when angry. The softer, sweeter, shyer of the Evans pair. Prominent collarbones. Simple. Logical. Picky. Sometimes wears glasses. Freckles. Has the strangest attire. Petite. Huge, bright blue eyes. Lily Evans (almost) identical twin.
Those were the words you usually hear when you ask other people about me, they don't know very much. They don't know that I suck at potions or that conflict terrifies me, on many levels. I mean, like three people do because three people care about me. I'm too shy for most people to even approach me, and to make it worse, I am really awkward.
Plus I have a weird name, like who names their kid Mistletoe? What the heck Mum?
But I swear, I'm a little doll otherwise. My mom tells me I'm too nice, and I need to be more upfront with want I want to say to people, I mean, if they ask me for an opinion I'll tell them the honest truth, but I'm a people pleaser, I don't want someone to be upset with me, so I usually give people what they want unless someone steps in and says something.
