Stephanie never liked her hair; it was a dirty blond that increased in brightness as it flowed down messily from her head. She usually just threw it all over her right shoulder and left it at that. She was too lazy to get it cut, or brushed regularly for that matter, so it just hang down to the bottom of her ribcage and often formed large knots which would take several loosening charms and hours of patience to get out.
As she stared into the mirror she studied her face, she didn't have any distinguishing features; her nose was not big nor small, her eyes not too close but neither to separated and her mouth was not big and seductive or small and pouty, she was just her... just Steph. She continued to evaluate her reflection until she felt unnerved by it, just simply how boring she was; she wasn't tall nor thin or have big breasts or a skinny waist.
However, she did have one attractive quality, to him at least. She had caught his attention because one time in potions class, after she had carelessly thrown the horned slugs into the mix before the salamander blood causing her potion to bubble over the top of her cauldron, he had called her 'cute'. She had no idea why, all she was doing was cleaning up the pink foam which had enveloped her table and muttering to herself about the embarrassment, but he had noticed her - and gave her a compliment! She would never forget that, no matter how hard she tried.
He was crazily hot, she thought. He was Jacob Grismai, a Gryffindor, with ruffled sandy hair with copper bits in. He was tanned and muscular, captain of the Quiddich team and was one of the best duellers in his house. The only problem was he was the year above, final year, and would be leaving school early as he already had a place as a beater on the 'Balleycastle Bats' team. As as the professional league of Quiddich starts a few months before the end of the school year, Jacob would be leaving in late April or Mid May. This meant that she only had a couple of months to try and impress him but for now she would stick to admiring him from a safe distance.
She crawled into bed, even though she knew what would await her... the loneliness and then when her eyes finally closed, the terrifying nightmares that came to her.
Why did her sister have to be so perfect? Amelia was 21 now and worked for various modelling agencies in the muggle world as well as in the magic, she was perfect, there wasn't a single thing that was wrong with her; her delicate features placed on her face so precisely, her tall thin body with perfect curves and her beautiful crystal blue eyes that seemed to entrance any guy who even looked at her. why was she so beautiful?
Then there was her other sister, Anna-Lisa, who was just turning 11 and would be joining Hogwarts in the next school year. Currently she helped her mother and gran in the school nurse and their private heath clinic in the back of their house, she was surprisingly talented at restoration/healing spells, although that branch of magic was already strong in the family, but still, for an eleven year old, she was gifted.
They all had the same parents, they all had blond hair, they were all in Hufflepuff (Undoubtedly Anna-Lisa would be sorted into it) and they were all girls. So why was she so different from her siblings?
Sleep clouded her hatred and she fell asleep, but not to a welcoming, peaceful rest, it was the same as always; the same voice, the same message but always a new horror to scare her. She knew they were only dreams but she still kept them using her dream catcher and every morning she would transfer them to a bottle, stored in a safe with at least sixty others. She hoped one day she could rid herself of them but for now she would have to suffer.