The Other Weasley's
How many redheads in the wizarding community do you think hear the whole “must be a Weasley” bit?
Like, what if there is some guy named Carter Munroe or something that lives in the London wizarding community whom also has red hair and hand me down robes and a face full of freckles and he is constantly getting asked if he is a Weasley? At first he takes offense to it. He isn’t a Weasley. He’s a Munroe. And perfectly fine with that thank you very much. But as time drags on and he keeps getting asked the question it becomes less annoying and more so something that is just said.
Maybe one day he gets to meet the Weasley family and share all of the most interesting times he had gotten mistaken for one of them- once all of them besides Ginny throughout the course of a single day. And maybe when he first sees them he has to stop and breath for a moment before he regains his thinking because oh my gosh he does look like them. Facial build and everything.
After meeting them all and talking, perhaps he makes friend with the lot of them or even just a few. He hangs out with them more and more and gets seen in public with them and as such the question comes up more and more often but for some reason it gets less annoying and almost more of an endearment as he becomes closer to these lovely people and really he hasn’t met such a nice group in his life.
Molly is a dear and beautifully stubborn in her values, especially when it comes to the safety of her family. Arthur is probably one of the most interesting men he has ever met and has taught him more about muggles than he had ever hoped to know. And their kids are all wonderful in their own rights. Perhaps he hits it off with Charlie and talk of dragons; about misunderstood creatures and how they all hold a unique beauty to them. He ends up playing quiditch with Ron and Ginny and Fred and George; admittedly ending up enjoying a few good pranks with the latter two.
He breaks through Percy’s shell as they talk about profound authors and the struggles and magnificence of becoming a prefect and about how knowledge can bring you a great deal of power. And, when he finally meets Bill, he is just as pleasant as the lot of them and very interesting as well with his work at Gringotts and his girlfriend Fluer is quite the charmer.
Eventually when he is out and about in public and gets asked the question, or statement, rather, about him being a Weasley; he accepts it. Just downright agrees with it because he couldn’t imagine not being flattered at being associated with such a lovely and genuinely kind group of people. He can’t seem to get mad about it or find it silly that someone would ask him such a thing when he has met the Weasley’s first hand and has had such pleasant experiences with the lot of them. This has happened with a few others in similar style, he learned, and the Weasley family just seems to constantly grow as a few mistaken look a likes join their ranks yearly. But if anything they don’t mind. Better to have friends than build enemies for the sake of a question.
Do other people think about this or just me?