Absolutely, Incredibly, Extremely
Roxie comes home crying.
"They don't like my hair," she says, in between loud sobs. Her hair is big and curly and braided with little beads in it, as wild and beautiful as she is.
Angelina sighs. She knows nothing she says right now is going to make a difference, that Roxie is still going to bleed through the wounds that the words make and someday, when she's in Hogwarts and the girls are just as worse, she's going to try and change, make the beautiful hair flat and dull and tame.
Angelina knows, because she's done exactly the same thing.
She tells her daughter that everything will be okay, that it doesn't seem okay now but someday, she'll find a girl or a boy who will love every single bit about her, hair included.
"They said I'm different," Roxie says, her tone hushed as if the last word is a curse.
"That isn't a bad thing," says Angelina. "It is hard to accept being different, Roxie, but you are you and you're incredibly, absolutely, extremely, supremely beautiful. Being different is nothing to be ashamed about. Actually, it's something you should be proud about, Roxie."
Her daughter nods, and Angelina knows she doesn't believe her right now. But she will, some day, and that's all Angelina can do.
a/n - for Priya (sleepy queens) the third-place winner of my Femslash February challenge! A drabble for you, featuring Angelina and Roxanne. Review? Even a few words would be nice :)