Writing Challenge #18 Prompt The Seven Deadly sins.
Envy
I'm Not Jealous
I have a wonderful life. I'm content. I'm not jealous of anybody. Why should I be. Isn't my life just dandy! Not like my sisters.
Narcissa married Lucius. Well who saw that coming? He'd only been completely devoted to her since he was sixteen. Childhood sweethearts. The purest type of love there is. And Cissy is so pure. So good. So wonderful. She deserves a man dedicated to her every whim. Who loves her with a love so pure. A Pureblood love.
I'm not jealous.
She had a baby too. I've only seen him once. He looks so like his daddy. But I can see Cissy there too. At least I think I can. I've only ever seen him from a distance. He's a beautiful Pureblood baby.
I'm not jealous.
Bellatrix married Rodolphus. I really didn't see that one coming. In hindsight maybe a should have. But then again, in hindsight, I was always going to be surprised when Bella got married. I don't know why. She deserves him too. He's from a good family, Rodolphus. He's handsome. He's funny. He's a damn well nice bloke. He cares for Bella, I know he does. And most importantly, he's from an old Pureblood family.
I'm not jealous.
I like to imagine them at parties. The sorts of balls I used to attend. They were so wonderful. The dancing, the talking, the general atmosphere. I loved the Pureblood gatherings. They loved them too. They still do. As they glide through the crowds, in dressrobes that cost more than I can afford to think of these days.
I'm not jealous.
All my old friends are there. Living their Pureblood lives. Sharing Pureblood gossip. Arguing Pureblood politics. Everything so nice and Pure and funny and Pure an enjoyable and Pure!
I'm not jealous.
They visit round eachother's Pureblood houses for Pureblood tea.
I'm not jealous.
They bask in eachother's Pureblood company.
I'm not jealous.
They are still Pure.
I'm not jealous!
So, when I look at my wonderful new bloodtraitor life. With my wonderful Mudblood husband. And my wonderful Halfblood daughter. And all their wonderful blood traitor friends. And our wonderful tiny income. And our wonderful tiny house.
I don't need my sisters' silly parties. Or silly Mansions. Or silly money. Or silly pretty, pretty robes. Or silly Purity. I can say in all honesty.
I'm not jealous.
(Except I am.)