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Forever Defined
She drifts the halls of Hogwarts like one of the specters that glide silently from room to room. She does not see the envious stares of the other girls.
When she looks into the mirror, she does not see luscious curls or porcelain skin; she sees eyes that were not always hollow and a mouth that once sometimes graced the world with a smile. She has the faded memory of not caring what the world thought. That girl is gone now, she reminds herself. It becomes her mantra.
She is forever defined by the badge proudly worn on her chest. How she hates its gold and silver sheen which traps her into a bubble, blocking her from the world. Her life boils down to a single defining word.
Slytherin.
She sits down in her room, the room where no one can find her, and reflects. She didn't have to be the girl she was, pretending to be cold, callous, unfeeling. The hat had wanted to place her in Ravenclaw. But she thought of her mother, her fury hearing that there was a Ravenclaw in the family. She thought of her father: his words, you'll be a Slytherin, girl. She just didn't have the courage.
Sometimes she speculates what her life would be like if she followed her heart. Occasionally she wonders what life would be like if she joined Andromeda and Sirius, the two holes in the tapestry. Sometimes she questions what way of life she would lead if she was like them. They were disowned from their family, of course, but they had friends who liked them because of their personalities, not because of their wealth or bloodline.
Over time, the detached act does not become an act anymore. Over time she truly becomes a pureblood, with pureblood ideas. But sometimes, when she is alone, she thinks of a girl who did not care what the world thought. And she smiles.
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