Written for the Character Drabble Collection Competition with a Twist for Cheeky Slytherin Lass, I which I chose a character and was given 10 prompts, all of which start with the initial of my characters name.
I chose Daphne Greengrass because Blaphne is really starting to grow on me. I own nothing.
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Devilish
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She's Astoria Greengrass with her coal black curls and her sapphire eyes and didn't you know that she's always been their favourite? She's got the perfect Greengrass looks and she's the baby of the family and she's always been mummy and daddy's little princess, their little angel, complete with a harp and wings sprouting out of her back, the little girl who shines like starlight.
You're Daphne Greengrass and they don't understand. You've got your straight platinum hair, your hazel eyes and your crimson painted lips and you can tell what they're thinking behind their smiles, traitortraitortraitor because you don't even look the part that you're supposed to be playing. You're forgettable, plain and you'll always just be Astoria-Greengrass'-older-sister, that girl that fades into the background. If she's their little angel, then you're the devil, hiding your horns under that traitorous hair.
You're always going to be devilish little unremarkable Daphne to them, aren't you? Just because you won't marry Nott like they want you to, you refuse to be silenced and you aren't content to obey their orders and be the perfect little pureblood daughter.
They dress her up in silk ball gowns and emerald jewelled tiaras and her eyes shine with the pleasure of being the centre of attention as she waltzes around the room whilst you're left to make do and mend with rags and your crown is plastic and cracking because why on Earth would they give a second-best girl that's just going to fade diamonds and silver?
Astoria, their little angel has them wrapped around her little finger, so tightly they're blind to who the real Astoria is because if mummy and daddy knew the truth, they certainly wouldn't be dressing her up in tiaras and ball gowns. If Astoria's an angel, then she's a fallen angel because didn't you know that angels wear white and Astoria's not really pure enough for that. Most of Hogwarts could tell them that and you sometimes want to tell them yourself, tell them that you've caught darling little Stori in many broom cupboards and disused classrooms, scream at them until they see the truth and realise that Astoria is just as devilish as they see you to be.
But you never do, do you Daph? Because, for one, if you told mummy and daddy about precious Astoria's secret midnight meetings, surely she'd tell them all about how you and Blaise are a tiny bit closer than 'friends' should be. And, secondly, why would they believe you when Astoria's their little darling and you're nothing but the disobedient daughter?
So, you bite your tongue and watch them dress Astoria up in jewels and silk and watch them ignore the smug glances she throws at you and you let them shroud you in red rags and you shrink back into the shadows and watch as your sister takes the limelight.
Because, don't they know that you're Daphne Greengrass and one day, you're going to knock that halo off her head.