Cacophobia - Fear of Ugliness.
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[A sickening lifestyle; it hung over her like a prickling pain all over the top layer of the skin.]
Being unkind wasn't really a big part of Pansy's excessive, but most of the time unnoticed, lifestyle. She constantly played the part of a cruel, cold-hearted witch, the typical egotistical Slytherin without the bat of a thick ebony eyelash. Hiding behind a perfectly painted lipstick smirk wasn't much of a difficulty, and throwing thoughtless insults at people randomly heightened her spirits. Hanging around with the likes of Millicent Bulstrode, a particularly burly girl with a manly posture made her feel better, but it was when she had to make the walk to the girl's dormitories; her malevolent masquerade was ripped from her stance, the demons in her mind throwing her back into the synthetic, substandard, sickly being she really was.
Typical egotistical Slytherin girls happened to be typically vain, which meant mirrors. Lots, and lots of mirrors.
Her mouth cracked and would go dry, her senses amplified. Everything sounded so abominable, smelt so displeasing, felt so nauseating, tasted so repulsive, looked so revolting. Her breath receded her; she would choke on the air in her throat as she tried to inhale. There would be an overwhelming dizziness, her head spinning as if she were on a particular sickening rollercoaster ride. Muscles tensing, skin trembling, sweat was beginning to glisten on her pores. She would feel out of control; her heartbeat exceeding rates enormously, a deer trapped in headlights. She was hyperventilating, ultimately cornered, unable to escape, unfit to carry on.
Pansy hated the way she looked. She was forever envious of other girls her age, with their sparkling good looks and bright personalities. Hermione Granger had thick, shiny hair, which Pansy would give her right arm for. Ginny Weasley had soft features and innocent smile. Luna Lovegood had big, wide, glittering silvery eyes that held a musing, mythical look about them. All the other girls, they all seemed so appealing and attractive, and Pansy was just so...so...
Ugly.
It was a strong word, Pansy thought, but it was the right word. She was hideous; loathsome; grotesque; repugnant; disfigured; appalling; repulsive. She was unsightly and ill-favoured. She was Ugly.
She hated it with a passion. Being constantly reminded of her unpleasant characteristics by the mirrors in the girl's bathroom, the dormitories, even in some corridors, she grew afraid of herself, of herself for being ugly. It wasn't just herself, either. It was anything that matched her description of the word. The Blast-Ended Skrewts that Hagrid brought into Care of Magical Creatures in her fourth year. Even that God-damn Hippogriff wasn't remarkably pretty.
The Unicorn took her mind off things. It was such a magnificent, startling creature. It glowed, shone and beamed its blazing light on everyone. She was even informed that a Unicorns blood ran silver; the animal could even die looking beautiful.
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