Just Petunia
Lily was the angelic one with the beautiful heart-shaped face with all those adorable freckles on her button nose. What was I? Just horsey, sallow Petunia.
Lily was graceful, delicate, breathtaking, without even trying, and what was I compared to that? Sure, I was a year older, but that did not by any means make me more elegant. I actually had to put in effort to make a great grade, but nobody cared. When Lily came home with the amazing transmogification or charms, or whatever it was grade, I was pushed into the shadows as usual. I was just clumsy, slow Petunia.
Lily had the flaming wavy mane of beautiful auburn hair that looked great no matter how she wore it, although I would never admit that out loud. My own hair was a limp, floppy blonde. What I would give to have hair like that! But, no, I was only ugly blonde Petunia.
Lily had the most beautiful personality too. Always happy, always smiling, even when I pushed her away from me. But the last time I saw her before she died was when I screamed, "Get away from me, you freak! And never come back!" Cruel, just like people would expect from crabby Petunia.
But, worst of all, were her dazzling, spectacular, bright, glorious, amazing emerald eyes. She got so many compliments on them. I got nothing. My own eyes were a dull grey, like a dust bunny. Just boring old Petunia.
So when Dimbledorf or whatever his name was dropped her son on my front porch on that fateful day, I was terrified. Because those were Lily's huge green eyes looking up at me. And this boy was special. And I hated him for it, because I'm just Petunia.
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