Written for Return of the Daily Word Prompt Thing (Bellatrix was a late bloomer)
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It was unfair really. That was how Bellatrix saw the whole situation. Unfair. She was the oldest, and as the oldest she should have had this privilege. She should have already started to grow and change. And yet she hadn't. She was fifteen, and as flat chested as an eleven year old girl. As straight hipped as a plank of wood. There wasn't a single curve to her body. It was a cruel remark on fate's part.
As she stood in front of the full length mirror, in nothing but her undergarments, she ran her hands over her flat torso and frowned at the sight. Her breasts where barely noticeable. They looked more like bug bites than actual breasts. Even as she pushed her chest out, there wasn't much difference. The white lace bra was hiding nothing underneath.
Taking a different approach, she turned to the side in order to get a glance at her lower half. Her waist was slim, that was a plus. But with the slim waist, came equally slim hips, and as far as Bellatrix was concerned, that was not a positive. In fact, is was quite the negative. There was no real volume to her lower half. There was the slightest impression of a raise in her butt, but it was barely noticeable.
It wasn't fair. All of her friends were enjoying the luxury of puberty and all the curves that came with it. Bellatrix didn't understand why she wasn't getting those same results as well. She had gotten her period just like everyone else, so why wasn't she getting to reap all the same benefits that came with becoming a woman? Why did her body still look like that of a child? Once more, the word unfair came to her mind.
She almost didn't want to go back to school this year because of it all. She knew she'd have to listen to the girls talk and compare their shaping, and their curves. And Bella would be left simply listening once more as she pulled her robes closer to hide her thin frame.
Her mother kept saying that she'd grow in time. She kept telling her that some girls were just late bloomers. Bellatrix didn't want to be a late bloomer though. She wanted the curvy hips and the growing breasts that all of her friends were getting. She wanted to be like them and she didn't want to wait.
The door to her room opened up and Bellatrix was pulled from her thoughts. Andromeda, her minor by just a year, stood in the doorway, already dressed to go. There was a light frown on her face as she told her sister to hurry, that the rest of the family was waiting for her. She then left, the door shutting tight behind her.
As Bellatrix turned, grabbing her dress for the day off the bed, she couldn't help but catch sight of herself in the mirror once more. She still didn't like the sight.. Even Andromeda was curvier than she was. The fourteen year old was already a cup size larger than her sister, and her form was showing signs of that hourglass Bellatrix craved. It just wasn't right.
Slipping the dress onto her body, and lacing the back with an ease, Bellatrix looked at herself in the mirror. The dress was form fitting, and only helped to further highlight her lack of curves. She tried not to think on it too much, but as she grabbed her cloak and made to leave the room, Bellatrix really prayed she'd start blooming soon.