Harry Fugger and the Fugly Fuglows

It's possible I would pass right by Bonnie Wright without much thought about her clothes, if she didn't so frequently look miserable.

She just seems so cross. Like, "Listen, DON'T TALK TO ME, okay? My mother made me wear the tights and my dad shoved me into the cardigan because he said I'd be cold, but because it's a size too small I'm going to have SWEAT STAINS in my armpits in about ten minutes, and no, I don't know if Daniel or Rupert ever hooked up with Emma and I've never seen Dan without his kit on, and YES, I DO think Ginny should have more lines in all the movies, thanks so much for reminding me, and I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT ANY OF IT RIGHT NOW." 

Buck up, honey -- you're a Weasley! You have all that pretty red hair and a lot of pluck, and if you're drastically cut out of the next movie, THEN maybe we can talk. But look at it this way: It's not like you're Cho Chang, who is annoying; Tonks, whose character kind of DID get ruined in the last movie; or the besnouted suck-up Pansy Parkinson in Slytherin. Life could be worse. And so could your outfit. So SELL IT instead of looking like you want to open up a can of Avada Kedavra on your stylist's ass.