Grow Up and Blow Away (Harry Potter, G) [06 Nov 2004|07:06pm] She couldn't understand it, no matter how hard she tried. Her world was full of storybooks and things of make-believe. She kept colourful costumes in her trunk, and tried them on at night before going to sleep. If she was feeling especially fun, she would take out bright red lipstick and pink blush that made her look like a silly porcelain doll with fair hair. They sniggered and stared, and raised their eyebrows at her when she paraded across the room in feathers and sequins and a tiara. After awhile, they seemed to believe that she took no notice of their beady-eyed looks of disgust. Just because she didn't react, it didn't mean she couldn't see. She had her eyes open the widest, didn't she? --- Blue eyeshadow, pink lips and cheeks. Sparkles that shone in the candlelight. Earrings that dangled to her shoulders. Red metallic nail varnish. Heels that didn't quite fit, a plastic crown with plastic jewels. A feather boa and a dress that went past the floor. A string of pearls, looped around her head several times and nearly hidden by the boa. Her father would have said she was beautiful. And he would have meant it. --- Everyone in her dormitory had left. Her varnish and her pearls were nowhere to be found. The tiara had been found in plastic pieces on the edge of the Quidditch pitch, scattered on the ground. Her thick scarf of feathers had been seen floating in the lake. A container of sparkles lay overturned at the foot of her bed. --- As they slept soundly around her, in that enclosing circle of dark blue velvet and cruelty, she sat with bed curtains closed. Earlier, they had filed in loudly, gossiping and laughing. She peered at them behind blue fabric and heard every word. Grow up and blow away. She took the saved pieces of gold-coloured plastic from her bedside table and threw them out the open window. Grow up and blow away. She ripped the pages out of every storybook, and watched them float to the cold floor. Grow up and blow away. Grow up and blow away. 1 comment|post comment

Reflection (Harry Potter, PG) [04 Nov 2004|08:05pm] When the mirror doesn't recognise you, will you still be able to? Red splashes blend with freckles and half-healed scars. She'll never be the same. Ink will hide white fingertips and lips will be sealed shut, forever keeping you from her. --- She is supposed to start where she left off before all of this started. School. Family. Friends. Instead, she strays from everything. She allows herself to diminish in a black sea of students and brothers and shadows. They worry about her. But not as much as they should. --- When the mirror doesn't recognise you, no one else will, either. She picked up the sharp end of her quill, laid her wrist down on the desk of an empty classroom, and smiled at her reflection in the window. post comment

Promise (Harry Potter, G) [01 Nov 2004|07:19pm] Just turn your head, little girl, and pretend you can't see me coming for you. Turn your head and close your eyes and clench those tiny fists, and maybe this dark, damp place will go away for ever, and your darling Harry Potter will come to your rescue. Maybe he won't show up at all. Maybe I'll reach you before he does. Cry and sob all you want. I'm never, ever leaving. You are mine, always. You were mine when you opened that old, dingy book. You were mine when I brought you here. As you lay, soaking wet, on the cold stone floor, you are mine. Cry your crimson tears and shut your eyes. I promise this won't hurt. post comment

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