Summary
Veronica "Ronnie" Weasley's closet was made up of Hand-me-downs, from her sister Charlie, her mum, dad, and brothers. It's fine, she's almost the tallest of her siblings, but it's fine. She's fine, she's always fine. But just once, just for the one and only Ball Hogwarts will ever throw, couldn't her mother have sent her a dress that actually fits?