Disclaimer: I wish.

I peer into the mirror, casting a quick glance over my make-up. 'The make-up looks fine,' I think with a grimace, 'It's everything else that's the matter.' Like usual, when I applied my make-up I paid very little attention to my eyes, feeling that they stood out enough on their own. They are a beautiful shade of green, which, thankfully, goes well with my hair, but I tire of people complimenting me about my eyes.

Forgive me. That makes me sound like I'm some kind of vain, self centered, egotistical, bimbo. I'm not.

Or at least… I don't think I am.

What I mean to say; is that I wish people would notice something else. My intelligence, for one, or my gracefulness, what there is of it, but I would be happy if somebody simply commented on my shirt.

Even Potter, the stuck up little prick, always mentions my eyes. No matter what the occasion; he pops up with a, 'Your eyes are like beautiful, shining emeralds.' or 'The peas on my plate cannot even compare to your eyes' or, worst of all, 'I wish to cut your eyes out of your head so as to stare at them forever.'

Am I the only one getter major creepy vibes from the last one?

But I digress; the mere thought of Potter always gets me angry, which I try to avoid because when I get angry I also get ugly red blotches all over my face.

"At least," My Mother had told me when I talked to her, "If people are staring at your eyes, then they won't be looking at other parts of you."

I can't imagine though, any other parts of me that anybody would actually want to look at. I am skinny and as non-curvy as a stick, have unsightly clusters of freckles on my face, hair so red that I feel like a stop sign, and I'm far too short for my age. All in all, I'm definitely not pretty; at best I might pass for plain.

Sometimes I think that I'm adopted; neither my Mom nor my Dad look anything like me. In fact, Petunia told me as much one day. She eventually took it back and evidently forgot about it; but the words still bug me, even today. Petunia's words have a habit of doing that.

When I was younger I wanted to be Petunia's twin so I could look exactly like her. That phase has passed but I still think she's beautiful. Petunia has long, silky, blonde hair which falls to the exact center of her back. She never gets pimples and can apply mascara with absolutely no clumps. She's tall and perfectly poised, like a ballerina.

She has a long, elegant, neck, and slender legs, which only reinforces the ballerina idea. Also, unlike me, Petunia can actually tan; a fact which I am painfully aware of. (Literally, painfully. I sunburn way too easily.)

In short, she's perfect and I don't even come close.

Author's Note: This will be a two-shot and I should have the second part up in... um... about five minutes. Hope you can wait that long.