Disclaimer: JKR owns HP. I'm just playing in her world.
For: Aiiimy's 'Drabble Challenge' on HPFC.
Shattered
Word Count: 436
Andromeda stared at her reflection. Everywhere she looked, it followed. With every spin, with every twirl, she could only see herself, reflecting time and time again within each mirror spread around the room. Her hand raised, she watched herself silently as her fingers brushed the cold surface of the mirror, soon followed by her palm.
She looked herself in the eye, unsurprised to see unshod tears lingering in front of the brown irises. The hand that wasn't pressed against the mirror pulled at a loose strand of limp, brunette hair, and she wished she could pull it all clean off. The freckles on her nose; the low cheekbones; the dull, brown eyes; the limp, brown hair; the pointy ears; the muscle-less limbs … she hated all of it.
Bella's hair was thick and curly, her eyes a shocking black. Even as a fifteen year old, she had the stunning figure of a woman and a smile to die for.
Narcissa's locks were full of life and beauty, the ringlets such a beautiful shade of blonde. Her eyes, such a vibrant baby blue, gave her the innocence that came with her age. She was strong, quick, and not one to be accused.
Andromeda looked herself over in the mirror again, filled with anger and jealousy. With the speed of a hyper-active child, she swung her fist at the mirror. It didn't do anything, not the slightest sign of abuse left behind. She let out a cry and rammed her fist into the mirror again as tears spilled over. Still, the mirror remained unaffected. She sobbed and she punched until finally, the glass began to give way, to crack.
Despite the shards breaking off and cutting her skin, Andromeda continued to abuse her reflection until nearly the whole mirror was shattered.
She fell to the floor, cradling her torn hands in her tutu as her sobs echoed around the room and the glass cut her legs through the tights.
She wished she could be more like her sisters: prettier, bolder, stronger, louder. She wished she was more outgoing, more interesting, more popular. She wished she wasn't so dull, that she made friends as quickly as Bellatrix made enemies. She wished she had Narcissa's soft heart, but Bella's ignorance.
She wished she had a personality, a name. She was sick of being 'the little sister of Bellatrix Black', the little girl who did ballet and handed all her homework in on time.
But she didn't have the courage to do anything about it, and so she remained the unknown sister, her dreams as shattered as the mirror before her.
A/N: I don't know about you, but I like this one (:
There will be twenty drabbles in this, and twenty drabbles only, each one connected to the Black family. This includes families with Black blood in their veins, like the Malfoys and Lestranges.
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