Hi! It's my first time writing Harry Potter, so please be gentle! :D
I want to let you guys know, I'm not really happy with this, but I've rewritten it a couple times and can't seem to fix what's bothering me (which could be due to the fact that I don't really know what's bothering me here). So any criticism will be really helpful! Please review with your thoughts!
Enjoy~
All credit goes to J.K. Rowling! :)
She, Andromeda mused, was the awkward in between. She was the tendrils of smoke where fire and ice meet, the unclear boundary between shadow and light.
Bellatrix, her older sister, flourished in the shadows of power. Violent and temperamental, Andromeda privately wondered if Bellatrix was clinically insane. However one thing kept crazy Bella grounded, and that was her love for her darling sister, baby Cissy.
Narcissa, Andromeda's younger sister, was the baby of the family, but only by title. She reminded Andromeda of a white tigress she had once seen when the family was vacationing in India. Cissy's innocent Cambridge blue eyes, and her delicate limbs belied the graceful power and cunning she possessed.
While her two sisters grew closer together, Andromeda couldn't help but feel left out. Three was supposed to be a special number, but this perfect duo left no space for her.
Andromeda could go on about the differences between Bellatrix and Narcissa for ages. Bellatrix's hair was long and thick and black, and it shone like polished obsidian. Narcissa's was almost as long, but thinner and it shone blonde enough to make a veela envious. Bellatrix's eyes were heavy-lidded and dark, her lips were full, her skin was tan. Narcissa's eyes were dagger-like shards of ice in her pale porcelain face, her lips small and rosebud pink. Together, the two brought droves of boys to them like flies drawn to honey.
Andromeda's skin was tan, but not as tan as Bellatrix's. Her hair was a lighter shade of brown, as were her eyes, and her body was average at best. She was not as quiet as Narcissa, nor as loud as Bellatrix, and she felt that in comparison to them she was a pale imitation of something she could never be.
Bella and Cissy exemplified perfect purebloods, worthy of the name of the noble and most ancient family of Black. Toujours pur.
Caught between Narcissa's silky, poisonous words, and Bellatrix's slightly less diplomatic violence, Andromeda was insignificant and who was she, really? In the eyes of her family and housemates she was someone who could never measure up to her sister's. She was going to crack one day. She felt it ticking; a bomb in her heart, counting down to the day that she was going to explode. But what was going to happen? As she lay in her green-draped bed, trying to keep track of the movements of the stars, (it helped with her insomnia), she wondered what the future held in store for her.
"Our siblings. They resemble us just enough to make all their differences confusing, and no matter what we choose to make of this, we are cast in relation to them our whole lives long." - Susan Scarf Merrell
A/N: Yes I know it was super short. But there is more to come! :)