You think I'm weak – I think you're wrong
Cedrella Black knows this shouldn't be what she was destined for, being disowned and blasted off the family tree. She just wasn't supposed to fall in love, much less with a blood traitor. She's a Black and Blacks don't fall in love. And she's the perfect Black – but underneath the façade, she's not.
If she's being honest, she isn't like every person to have the last name Black – calm, cold, collected. She's loud, outgoing, loving.
She realizes that she isn't destined to be the perfect Black as, "Crucio," falls from her mother's mouth. Fire has been set to her veins as her bones nearly break, but she doesn't give her mother the pleasure of hearing her cries.
If it's one thing Cedrella learned growing up, it's that crying shows weakness. And Cedrella isn't weak.
A/n- This was written for the Black Family Tree Challenge.
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