Solace Euphemia Dementia Carrow grew up in a house full of hate and pleasure. From an early age she easily learnt how to control her rage constantly depicted against her parents and grandparents. What to many people was just an ordinary girl with copper coloured hair and slightly tanned skin, was indeed not just an ordinary girl with copper coloured hair and slightly tanned skin. She was a rage full demon in her own private hell. They wanted her to become like them, make the accident that could have destroyed their good reputation something useful. But the constant shadow grasping her from behind and tormenting her not only in her sleep but also during daytime, while she was sitting in her school bench, getting dressed or just staring blankly and coolly into her bathroom mirror(which had become a routine from age 6 and upwards).
The knowledge she had in the back of her mind of her true identity and what she was disgusted her beyond belief and had made her somewhat of a martyr over the years. But that was only after realizing what they thought she would never catch on, never even understand. If she had not, then she presumed she WOULD have become just like them. A hater, a pureblood trough and through, a basher of muggles and blood traitors, a bully, a…coward(that's how she saw it anyway). But that was all before when she was a not so jolly, not so happy child that could have gotten everything she ever wished for in material goods. But she couldn't handle such a life. Not now when she knew what she knew, knew what she was. She tried to push the thought away as she turned to look outside the window of the Hogwarts express, into the gathering darkness that was slowly sliding up the hilltops as the suns last bright light glistened far, far away from where she was sitting. She closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep, tried to dream happy dreams.
But they never came. She had never had a happy dream in her entire life. And maybe that was for the best. She wouldn't want to see what life would be like if it wasn't the way it was. The last thing she needed was her own imagination taunting her. Showing her what could have been if she would have been anyone, ANYONE else. She pulled her legs up and sat there in the empty compartment, except for her of course and her miserable existence lingering in the air like a crescent and luminous, awful sent, cross legged leaning onto the window mumbling a quiet:
"Fuck"
Until the door slid open and AnnMarie with her golden locks and cheeky smile rolled up beside her and squeezed in close to get a close look at the copper haired girl with long, unbrushed, messy braids almost reaching her waist that hang like 2 dead pigeons down her back, and curled only slightly around her spine area. Solace looked dully at the sugary sweetness surrounding AnnMarie and her freckled face and golden curls, white teeth, perfect smile and laughing eyes with a colour Solace herself had decided to call "candy green", since no other word or euphemism, or even wordplay seemed to be appropriate or suiting when you catch a glimpse or stand face to face with an appearance much, much sweeter and even nicer than about a million chocolate frogs…ok that's wrong, about 10 and 4/5.
Solace raised a weary eyebrow, didn't smile back out of fear that it might catch on and spread like a disease through her body, instead she turned back to look out the window while trying with all her might and strength not to vomit.
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