A/N: Ah, well. Maybe after Advanced Placement testing is over I'll have time to edit this some more. :(
Disclaimer: no claim on Harry Potter
Strawberry Pink
She nibbles slowly on a strawberry and thinks of the time she fed her friend's rabbit some years ago. She had snatched her fingers back for fear that they would be taken along with the vegetables, so quickly had they disappeared. She takes her time with her strawberry though, sucking on the sweet fruit to savor the rare treat so unexpectedly placed before her today. Not that she's complaining.
As she chews she hears the sound of seed shells cracking, crunch, crunch, and remembers being told that strawberry seeds are rich in some textbook substance. Some nutrient-stuff waiting to be unlocked like treasure from the sea's bottom- if only anyone took the time to split them open.
Her lips are sweeping along the redness and she thinks offhand that that is good. Perhaps they will stain her lips as ruby as Parvati Patil's. Then boys will want to kiss her lips as much as they do Parvati's.
Strawberry girl. Parvati had always been surrounded by strawberries- their color, their scent, their luscious appeal. Some leg mixed with naiveté and a proclivity towards strawberries. It was never quite fair in her mind how all the boys flocked around the girl because she was so cute. Little brain to speak of, but in the mind of a pubescent boy what was bushy-haired cleverness compared to a dainty strawberry fairy?
She crushes the strawberry between tense fingers.
Not that it matters. She doesn't have time for boyfriends or admirers. But she'd rather that one boy in particular stopped looking at Patil and started looking at her. There's nothing for it, she supposes. A blond pretty-boy like him is always going to chase the good-looking girls.
She picks up another strawberry and continues her nibbling.