Hello everybody. My very first fanfiction, I'm so excited! I adore reviews and critism, anything to improve my writing. Hopefully, you'll like it!
Disclamer: I do not own anything of Harry Potter. That all goes to J.K. Rowling.
It's a picturesque day. The sky is a bright blue with big, fluffy clouds decorating it. The grass is a vibrant green and the flowers are in full bloom, a rainbow of vivid pinks, oranges, yellows and purples. My sister and mother enjoy such a sight. They should, as they stand in the garden, their beauty is enhanced tenfold. My sister, with her pale alabaster skin, tall statuesque figure, golden blonde hair and emerald green, looks like a goddess in the garden. My mother, who shares the same skin, eyes, and figure but with ebony locks, looks like Venus herself. They both shine so bright that it's blinding to watch.
Now it may sound like I'm jealous, but green clashes terribly with me. It's ironic, considering my last name is Greengrass, but it's the truth. I've gotten so used to their beauty that I simply don't care. Personally I hate this day. I hate spring period. My favorite season is winter. My favorite day is a winter night, with a light layer of snow on the ground and tree. The only light that would exist would be from the moon and stars in the night. My father always said that my affinity for stars came from my name. It doesn't make sense, since a name cannot define who you are, but I suppose it was Father's nonchalant way of trying to make me feel better.
I haven't even thought about father. He is the other half of my mother's beauty. He's tall, regal, with broad shoulders, a square jaw, beige skin, sapphire blue eyes, and raven black hair. It would be strange that Daphne had blond hair, but both of my grandmothers had blond hair too, so there was no doubt that Daphne was Father's daughter. The three of them were the poster family of aristocrats, in both wizard and muggle standards. They had wealth, intelligence, beauty, and class and remained neutral in both wars, which saved them at the end. They were perfection.
Now where do I fit in? It's a question that I've been asking since I could remember. I was intelligent, but it was to a fault. With a couple of words I could tear down a person, regardless of who they are or what they do. In my defense, people make it so easy it's not even funny. So more often than not, I'm silent. I suppose I had class but that was through lots of practice and an ample dose of pride. I refuse to sink at everyone else's level. Wealth doesn't count, but I do have a private bank account at Gringotts that I got for my seventeenth birthday. No one knows about it, but that's where I store the class for making Amorentia and other potions for my fellow classmates when I was in Hogwarts. Now it's a nice, tidy nest for when I even have the guts to leave the life I have. The only thing I don't have is beauty. At least I don't think I'm beautiful. Daphne and mother would always boast on what a lovely lady I am at parties, but no one pays attentions as everyone ogles at my family. I'm barely tall, only 167.5 cm (for those who live in America, I'm 5 foot 7) with dull light brown hair, rosy skin, and sky blue eyes. I don't have the radiant beauty of Daphne and Mother, or the silent handsomeness of my father. I'm a wallflower, and it's always been that way.
Until now.
"Missus Asteria," cried a squeaky voice. I turn to see Emmy, my house elf.
"Master Greengrass wishes to speak to you in his office," she squeaked. I sighed and nodded. I got up and changed from my nightgown to my favorite robes. I gave Emmy some food I stored in my cupboard and she squeaked a thank you. I smiled in return and headed to Father's office. I'm rather worried, because usually when I was called into his office, it was because there was trouble. The last time I was there, it was because I was going to be transferred to Beauxbatons until the war was over. It was hell but great for business, I thought with a smirk. Honestly, it's surprising how much the girls and some of the guys were willing to pay for beauty potions.
Finally, I made it to Father's office. I knocked three times and the door opened. I walk through and I see Father sitting behind his desk, back straight, arms folded with an unreadable look on his face. Mother, on the guest chair in front of the desk looked ecstatic, eyes twinkling with a wide smile. Daphne was positively bouncing on the couch, an explosion of happiness. She gestured for me to sit right next to her which I did gingerly, only to be tackled-hugged the moment my rear end hit the cushion.
"Would someone please explain to me to what is going on?" I ask while still being in Daphne's weblike hug.
"Tell her, Alexander!" my mother squeals. My father turns and stares at me straight in the eye. A flash of sadness passes through his eyes.
"Someone has asked for your hand in marriage."