Topic: Writing Challenge #31

So...according to the schedule Sarah gave me, the next two challenges are mine! So without further ado, welcome to Challenge #31 - Dramatic Monologue.

Your assignment for this challenge is to write a dramatic monologue from the POV of any character. No limitations on wordcount.


My Wife

Ted Tonks

No Alice, you listen. Stop it. Just stop. I know you don't like Andromeda, but I'm sick of you bad mouthing her to my face. She is my wife, okay? My wife.

I'm not asking you to like her, but hell Alice, can you not think of me for a second before you slag off her? Don't you think it maybe hurts me a bit when I hear the oldest friend I have practically spitting fire about the woman I love? And I do love her Alice.

I'm not defending what she said. But it's just her upbringing! You know the kind of family she came from, she can't help it. You can't change the opinions you've had drilled into your head from birth with a snap of your fingers. So yeah, like last night, Dromeda sometimes makes jokes about Muggleborns. So what? At the end of the day she ran away from her family to marry me. A Muggleborn.

You can't deny that was a sacrifice and a half Alice. You saw them at school. Everyone knew the Black sisters were bloody inseparable. It was rare to see one of them on their own outside classes. They were always together, yes normally giggling about some horrible pureblood bile, but together none the less. Dromeda loved her sisters Alice. She loved her family. Not just that she loved the whole pureblood culture.

Oh don't snort Alice, I know! I don't like the look of some of their weird traditions any more than you, especially not those creepy masked balls, but Dromeda did- does. That's the point.

Don't you see Alice? She still loves that culture. She'd give anything to go back to it all. She misses it.

But she's still here. She's sticking with me. A Mudblood. She hates this life. She hates the lifestyle, the house, the social circle. Seriously you can stop snorting Alice! Yes she hates you!

But don't you see? She's still here. She's still with me.

Because she loves me.

She gave up her whole life to be with me. So sorry Alice, but I'm not going to let one little bowl of pasta chucked at your head split up my marriage. You're my best friend. And I hope you'll still be my best friend tomorrow, but right now… You can get the hell out of my house!


Dear me it's been ages since I wrote anything.

Thoughts?