Bella
I remember Bella, miss her from time to time (not that I would ever admit it). Bella as I remember her was the leader. Two years older than I, she was always in charge of the games we would play. She would constantly change the rules, making impossible for her to do wrong. Bella could never accept being wrong, never. She always got what she wanted, not only because we were all spoiled but because she was unable to take no for an answer – at least not without revenge. Father was really the only person she would listen to. Out of all of us girls, he disliked Bella the least, and were she male, she would have been the apple of his eyes. She craved his attention (well, really, she craved attention period) and hung onto his every word.
But what I remember most when I think about Bella, was her laugh. Bella could laugh – not giggle (like Cissy), not snort (like me) – but laugh like the world was made for her amusement. (To her, it probably was.) Bella's laughs were genuine and warm and they made you want to laugh with her.
But those laughs died with her – the day she joined up with Voldemort.
