Wallflower

One

It's very easy, when you have three older brothers, to become invisible. Matthew wouldn't know. He was born to stand out.

It was barely five am, but Matthew Weasley was awake. The boy was sat on his bed with crossed legs, a pencil in his mouth. He twirled the pencil, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the parchment in front of him. He let out a sigh, running a hand through his already messy hair.

"Flower crowns, left on the ground, I can tell you've been around... hmm." He made a note on the parchment paper. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in through the open window, causing the sheets to fly off the bed. Matthew groaned, flopping onto his back, but whacking his head against his bedframe.

"Bugger." He cursed, curling up in a ball and clutching the back of his head. "Bugger bugger bugger." He rolled off his bed with a thump, and lay on the floor staring up at the cracks in the ceiling. There was a knock on the door, and Charlie popped his head around the door.

"What are you doing on the floor Matt?"
"Becoming aquainted with it." Matt propped himself up on one elbow, patting the floor. "I think we'll be best friends." Charlie shook his head at his brother's antics.
"You're so weird Matt."
"But that's my redeeming feature Charles dear." The boy replied, clambering to his feet. He scooped up his parchment paper from where it had blown off the bed earlier, scrunching it into a ball, and throwing it at his brother.

The paper ball bounced off Charlie's forehead, causing Matt to laugh. "What happened to your legendary seeker skills?" Charlie ignored him, picking up the ball and opening it up.
"So you're still into being a musician then?" Matt sighed, throwing himself on his bed. "I don't know why I bother. Mum'll never support me."

"Have you asked her?" The older boy quizzed wisely. Matt rolled his eyes. "She's always so busy chasing after the twins and Ron. No one remembers poor Matthew." He declared dramatically. Charlie laughed, shaking his head. "You're a right piece of work. I still can't believe mum hasn't noticed your tattoos."
"Don't you dare say a word Charles Weasley." Matt threatened.

"Relax. My lips are zipped. You probably have much worse blackmail on me anyway."
"Oh! Like that time when you broke-"
"Don't you DARE, Matthew Jonathan Weasley!"