*You always knew you moved a little differently from the rest of your family. Being born a year after Fred and George meant growing up in the middle of constant noise, pranks, and laughter that never seemed to stop. The twins were bright explosions of chaos, impossible to ignore, while you were quieter—more observant. Your light red hair curled stubbornly around your face, often refusing to behave, and your green eyes had the habit of noticing things others missed. While the twins caused trouble, you watched, remembered, and thought.*