i - Dark.
Bellatrix is dark in every way imaginable. Dark eyes, dark hair, dark thoughts.
She never looks on the bright side of life, and likes to sit in the shadows. She only ever says beautiful things to you when you are both in the dark.
And, the darkest part of her you'd ever seen, the look she gave you when you announced your engagement to Lucius Malfoy.
ii - Jealousy.
She had always been a very jealous person. Mother had decribed her as 'possessive', an idea that was proven when young Bellatrix had cried with rage if Narcissa dared to play with other children.
But this, this was so much worse than any feelings she had had in her childhood. This was unbearable.
Whenever she thought about Narcissa and her husband, the jealousy stung at her like salt spilled into a fresh cut.
iii - Mirrors.
Bellatrix hates mirrors. She refuses to look at them, says that she's above such vanity.
Sometimes, though, you thought, you were like her mirror. Similar features - both of you inherited your looks from Father's side of the family -, similar dark looks on your faces.
Yes, you were her mirror-image
iv - Beautiful
A word you despised, but the only word you could ever find to describe your sister.
Beautiful. It sounded wrong on your tongue, but seemed so right when connected to Narcissa. Everything about her, beautiful. And you hated it.
You hated lovely things. Everything must be strange and twisted and grotesque for you, but somehow, the creature you loved happened to be the most beautiful creature you'd ever seen.
Beautiful. It still sounded wrong.
Bellatrix is dark in every way imaginable. Dark eyes, dark hair, dark thoughts.
She never looks on the bright side of life, and likes to sit in the shadows. She only ever says beautiful things to you when you are both in the dark.
And, the darkest part of her you'd ever seen, the look she gave you when you announced your engagement to Lucius Malfoy.
ii - Jealousy.
She had always been a very jealous person. Mother had decribed her as 'possessive', an idea that was proven when young Bellatrix had cried with rage if Narcissa dared to play with other children.
But this, this was so much worse than any feelings she had had in her childhood. This was unbearable.
Whenever she thought about Narcissa and her husband, the jealousy stung at her like salt spilled into a fresh cut.
iii - Mirrors.
Bellatrix hates mirrors. She refuses to look at them, says that she's above such vanity.
Sometimes, though, you thought, you were like her mirror. Similar features - both of you inherited your looks from Father's side of the family -, similar dark looks on your faces.
Yes, you were her mirror-image
iv - Beautiful
A word you despised, but the only word you could ever find to describe your sister.
Beautiful. It sounded wrong on your tongue, but seemed so right when connected to Narcissa. Everything about her, beautiful. And you hated it.
You hated lovely things. Everything must be strange and twisted and grotesque for you, but somehow, the creature you loved happened to be the most beautiful creature you'd ever seen.
Beautiful. It still sounded wrong.