vanya weasley constantly felt overshadowed. you had ron, her twin, who was best friends with the chosen one. you had ginny, who was the youngest and the baby of the family. fred and george, who no matter how many times they got in trouble, were stil...
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━━━━━ VANYA WEASLEY was the happiest person on Earth, she could practically fly in this moment. As the Weasley family bustled down the crowded platforms, the young redhead spoke up, "Mum, what house will I be in?"
"Well, I can't answer that, dear—"
"Gryffindor, of course." Fred interrupted, as if it was obvious. "All of us are in the best house."
"Hufflepuff doesn't seem too bad—" Vanya shrugged.
"Bloody wankers." George cut her off. "Ravenclaw's stuck up, course."
"And we're not even going to mention Slytherin." Fred added.
"Definitely not." Ron scoffed.
"You boys are being ridiculous." Their stressed mother sighed. "You'll be a terrible influence on Ginny!"
"It's not like they haven't been already, Mother." Percy rolled his eyes, barely glancing up from his book. "Don't worry, she has more mature, older brothers to look up to. Prefects."
"Ugh." Vanya scrunched up her nose. "My house? Back on topic?"
"Right." Fred continued. "No Weasley goes to Slytherin, except maybe Perce—"
"Oh, shut up."
"— but even he's not in it." George said reassuringly. "You'll be fine, Vanny. You can help us blow up Filch's office!"
"Absolutely not!" Molly shrieked. "Boys, no. Vanya will not engage in those type of activities! I swear, if you boys do something like that..."
"Right, right, hold your horses, Mum." Fred raised his hands in defense. "We were joking!"
George sent a sideways wink to Vanya. "Mostly."
"You really can't be talking about this right now." Molly said. "It's packed with muggles, of course, so you best not give that away." She turned to Ron. "Now, what's the platform number?"
"Nine and three quarters!" Ginny piped up in a squeaky voice.
"You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet." Molly hushed her youngest daughter. "All right, Percy, you go first." Percy marched into the brick wall between nine and ten, covered by the Muggles swarming him. "Fred, you next."
"He's not Fred, I am." George protested. Vanya tapped her foot, annoyed with her brothers' shenanigans.
"Honestly, woman, you call yourselves our mother." Fred groaned.
"Sorry, George, dear." Molly apologized to Fred hastily.
"Only joking, I am Fred," Fred grinned, and dashed through the barrier, George close behind.
"Excuse me," said a meek voice from behind them. Molly, Ginny, Ron and Vanya turned to see a short, scrawny boy in an oversized flannel with taped glasses.
