Such Perfection
By: Fallen
She had a sense of perfection. Her hair was always, curled at the bottom. It was always the same red color. Not like that mudblood's hair. Her's was the shade of blood; Evans was a shade of cherry. The Weasleys were more of an orange shade.
Her eyes twinkled in happiness, yet look vibrant when angry. Her lovely eyes were hazel. Quite pretty.
Her skin was pale. No marks upon it. I wanted to mark her lovely skin.
Such perfection, she has wonder if she still does. She married a traitor. Her name isn't listed anymore. She isn't here either.
By: Fallen
She had a sense of perfection. Her hair was always, curled at the bottom. It was always the same red color. Not like that mudblood's hair. Her's was the shade of blood; Evans was a shade of cherry. The Weasleys were more of an orange shade.
Her eyes twinkled in happiness, yet look vibrant when angry. Her lovely eyes were hazel. Quite pretty.
Her skin was pale. No marks upon it. I wanted to mark her lovely skin.
Such perfection, she has wonder if she still does. She married a traitor. Her name isn't listed anymore. She isn't here either.