That's us. The sisters Black. Each is damaged and twisted in our own way. (Andromeda hides it so well while Bellatrix flaunts it with pride.) Everyone knows that we are different, that we are dangerous. Few approach us, lest insanity prove contagious.
But she does. So human, so kind. Marlene finds me in the library and sits across from me. She speaks first, with words so warm, so beautiful and soft.
I know I shouldn't try. I am frozen, numb. But she is lovely. She is forbidden, her loyalties tossing her into the realm of taboo.
I shouldn't. I can't. I won't.
Without a word, I grab my books and duck out before I let her in.
A portrait of insanity. Andromeda is too warm, too trusting for her own good. Bellatrix is dark and warped beyond repair. And I am cold.
Still, Marlene approaches time after time, trying to tear away my walls. I can't let her, can't let anyone see the block of ice that rests where a heart is meant to be. I only pray she gives up before it's too late.
