WARNING: self-mutilation, language.
Demons in the Glass
Her nails draw sharp lines of blood along her chin. Pomfrey has told her repeatedly that nothing is there anymore, but she doesn't believe that. How can some stupid matron know about her scars? Just because other people don't see them doesn't mean they don't exist.
You're killing yourself, you know.
"Shut up," she mutters, intent on scraping away the imperfection on her right cheek. Red splatters the mirror, and she impatiently Spells it away. She has to see to do this, y'know.
Do you think if you cover your face with wounds they'll want you? They certainly didn't like you noseless.
"Shut up!" The threat comes a little louder this time. The nose… was a mistake. She didn't mean for it to happen. But this, this is intentional. They'll look at her breathtaking new face, and perceive the real her that has been hiding all this time. She will be treated like a queen; they will all love her.
Damnit, wake up! No one likes a self-mutilator! Except for the Dark Lord, I'm sure with your new face you'd be a shoo-in for the Inner Circle.
"Shut up shut up shut up!" She claws at the mirror, tries to scratch out the harpy staring mockingly back at her. Her fists smash the glass, and shards of it land on her face. They make no new cuts, for her entire face is completely raw.
She panics, and falls to her knees surrounded by pieces of reflection staring disdainfully at her. She can't finish cleaning her face if she can't see what she's doing!
She finds the largest fragment she can, and looks questioningly at it. She sighs in relief; the demon in the mirror has been forever silenced.
Raising the piece to eye-level, she determinedly makes a new cut.
Oh, darling, they'll absolutely adore the new you!
She smiles. That is what mirrors are supposed to sound like.
FIN.