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Musical Chairs Competition III: Round 3
Prompt: black nail polish (object)
Bellatrix pulled open the drawer, smiling. Her eyes took in the makeup that filled the drawer.
Reaching in eagerly, she pulled out lipstick the color of blood and smeared across her lips, gazing into the hand mirror as she did. She carefully wiped away the smudges and rubbed her lips together.
She smiled at herself, then picked up the black eyeliner. She drew a thin line around her eyes, admiring the way it made them pop out.
Next came the foundation. She found a pale ivory that matched her skin tone perfectly. She let out a small squeal as she put it on, then stopped.
"Blacks do not squeal!" she said, pinching her arm slightly.
She put mascara on, nearly sighing in content at the way her eyelashes curled ever so beautifully.
She finished applying makeup to her face. Her gaze found the rows of nail polish.
"What to wear?" she asked herself, her eyebrows furrowed in thought. She searched through the different colors.
"Too girly," she said, tossing the pink nail polish onto the bed.
"Too bright," she said as she picked up the blue.
"Too… cheery," she said, looking at the bright yellow.
"Too delicate." The gauzy cream joined the growing pile of nail polish.
Finally, she found a bottle of ink black nail polish. She ran her fingers along the side of the nail polish. The glass was cold and unforgiving.
She opened the bottle, pulling out the brush. A drop of nail polish fell to the marble floor, staining the pure white. Bellatrix hastily wiped it away. She closed the bottle.
She spotted a bottle of deep crimson. She picked it up with her other hand and raised it. She compared the black and red.
"Black or red?"
She loved the black. It fit her.
She tossed the red nail polish onto the bed.
"Perfect," she said, gazing at the black nail polish. She smacked her red lips.
Black was just perfect.