28.
8.13.11
Banana Hazelnut
Molly & Dominique
gilded, metamorphosis, rivalry
Perfect Dominique Weasley and her perfect blonde hair and those perfectly shiny, hazelnut eyes that caught the light in just the most perfectly perfect way grated on Molly's nerves like nothing else ever could. Dominique Weasley. God, what a cliché. What a joke. What a hideous personality, hiding underneath such beauty, such glamour, such perfection. What a beast hiding behind that beautiful gilded image, so deceiving, so ugly.
It was so awful, how Dominique had turned out. Who have foreseen this? Who could've known that such a friendship could turn into such a rivalry? Who could've thought that Dominique would turn into such a beautiful butterfly and leave Molly behind in her chrysalis, stuck in the middle of that awkward metamorphosis from which she seemed unable to budge? Molly never could've even considered it. Dominique, she could make slipping on a banana peel look pretty. Molly wouldn't even have gotten up off the floor if she had slipped on one of those.
Whatever. Dominique was pretty and Molly wasn't. They used to be friends, close good friends and now they weren't. That's life. It never turned out the way they thought it would. Right?
Molly could feel all the resentment (bitterness) and anger (jealousy) and fuel that rivalry all she wanted (and also secretly long for a time where they had been friends, cousins, sisters) but life was life. So whatever. Just whatever.
She could still hate that perfection from her comfortable perch on the sidelines. That never had to change.
