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Ch-1 My own person

My name is Padma Patil twin sister to Pravarti Patil, and part of a long line of dancers and royalty we have wealth and popularity so as you can guess it sucks.

My sister fell into the family gracefully a perfect daughter. I was either too boyish or too bookish better as a son. Still I was and am beautiful but of more use as a picture and not a person.

My family is incredibly shallow not including myself. My family is incredibly dull and moronic discluding myself and my aunt Tatilia from my fathers side.

Whilst I was younger, I thought maybe to disown her family, but to throw away that much money was stupid and selfish.

So I've decided to wait till after I leave school then to build the family name of Patil to a fine status of honor.

"pravarti, where are my gold hoop earrings" my sister whined banging my door open. She gasped at the "state" of my room. my room was painted a deep shade of royal blue and had black wooden floor, desk, wardrobe, bookcase, and vanity (why I would need that I don't know) it also had a large circular bed with black silk and satin sheets.

The wall next to my computer was covered with Muggle posters of Rock bands, Rap, and R&B artists. My sister's room was the exact opposite slightly like our heritage slightly like hello kitty and Barbies older sisters exploded in there… (I know shudders).

"What did you do to your room!" she yelled angrily putting her hands on her hips. "I decorated it exactly like mine but in yellow, and this is how you repay me" she said her eyes growing watery oh-no when she "cried" she wailed and screeched and gave me one hell of a head and conscience ache especially if it was my fault.

"Ti please I had to make it more me, like your room is you my room screamed twin! Not Padma" I explained standing up and moving in front of her.

She whimpered then nodded and turned around and wiped her face "pravarti don't be like this," I snapped angrily as I turned her around only then noticing she was dressed in a light peach colored ball gown.

She looked me up and down then sneered, "Why don't you act like a girl" she humphed coldly then walked out of the room. I do act like a girl… I think. I was currently wearing dress pants and a black silk blouse my hair done in a bunch of little braids.

I sat down at my vanity and stared hard at myself same brown skin , deep dark brown eyes, black naturally arched brows, arrow shaped lips, and my hair done in a zillion braids nope didnt see what was wrong.

The party isn't for three hours maybe I should ask Ginny about being feminine she was one of the only other girls I was close with.

Dear Ginny,

Today we are having a ball I would like you to come, bring Hermione and also your makeup kit my sister says I look like a boy and I don't want t.

Your friend,

Padma

I rolled up the parchment then went to the window. I whistled softly and my owl Celestia I wouldn't have seen her compared to the night if not for her bright brown eyes. "Take this letter to gin" I said stroking my minute owl "oh and say hi to pigwidgeon for me," I said smirking the owl hooted indignantly as I tied the parchment to her leg and pushing her off the sill.

(a.n okay my attempt at a Padma fic okay people review)