She huffs a breath and points her wand steadily in my direction again. "Why can’t they see me that way? I stayed behind at Hogwarts, I was there during the final battle. I stayed loyal to Harry for years!" She’s seething by this point. "No appreciation. Hell, even Neville is known as The Slayer of Nagini. What am I? Friend of the Golden Trio, love-sick follower of Harry Potter, the youngest in a long line of Weasleys. I am irrelevant."