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Written for Hopscotch: Prompts: winter (Word), table (word), unicorn (creature).
Bellatrix likes winter, especially when they go to the Manor left to her mother by her grandfather.
She spends hours sitting at the table, watching out the window to see the unicorn that roams the lands.
It isn't any ordinary unicorn, but a rare one in million that has a black shaped star on its leg.
Her mother said that the unicorn had lived on the lands long before the Manor had been built.
Bellatrix's father more than once said that if got his hands on it, he'd kill the creature so he'd the honor of killing something so rare.
She hoped he never got his hands on it because something so unique, so beautiful should be admired not killed.
Sometimes she thinks the day the unicorn dies will be the day she dies too, but she doesn't know why it's just a feeling she has when she sees it.
And she also feels that no one will cry for the beautiful unicorn nor will tears of sadness be shed for her.
It's a strange thing for a child to feel, but Bellatrix was in many ways a strange child.
