No one bothers to give me a second glance. After all, I'm but a lowly Ravenclaw. Everyone expects me to be smart, but nobody expects to care with what's going on. Nobody thinks that I'm different than when I was eleven, nobody thinks that maybe I don't enjoy learning as much as Hermione Granger. Nobody thinks that I can have other motives like Malfoy, and no one thinks I can be brave like Harry Potter, or my twin.

Nobody knows about dear Padma Patil do they? The only time anyone bothered to give me a second look was when I went to the ball with Ron. Yes, I am a prefect and what-not. I'm not going to be head girl though, and I don't have much of a relationship with anyone else in my house.

Though the hardest part of my life isn't being overshadowed, it's my fading relations slip Parvati. We came to Hogwarts together, and we had assumed we would end up in the same house, but we were separated.

I would give a hollow laugh, but I hardly laugh at all anymore.

At first we spent a lot of time together, always having fun and sharing the happenings of our house, but she clung to Lavender and I, I was left alone. True, I knew the names and faces of others, but never did I gain as close a friend as my twin.

I suppose that's why summers are nice; I finally get to see Parvati again. I get to talk to her and we get to reconnect with each other and our enormous extended Indian family. This year, though, was different.

She got to spend the summer with Lavender and her family, asked if I was okay with it. What was I supposed to say? No, you see that giggling girl enough? Then she would be the bitter and resentful one, instead of me.

Lavender. Who ever thought that such a sweet smelling flower could make me feel so sad? I used to be the confidante, but now everything is about dearest Lavender. I spit at her name.

The girl has no intellectual capacity whatsoever; she was incredibly dull and had but one focus. Boys. Lately though, that's what my sister's like as well. Sure, they did admirable things like join the DA, but they were still a bunch of blubbering fools.

Identical twins! Maybe the sorting hat had done the right thing. Maybe I was better off without her sister.

No. I didn't mean that.

I'm just sad, everything's gone awry. Me and my sister used to be so close, but our relationship was faltering. It was regret at not making a more obvious effort to keep our relationship intact.

I didn't have it bad off though, me and my sister still talked and even though our relationship was diminishing at an astounding rate, we still loved each other.

Perhaps if I hadn't become so distant, or if I hadn't shunned Lavender, but perhaps we're no good. We did nothing.

Nothing but induce wistful thinking that brought pain.

Author Note: Hello faithful readers.I beleive I didn't do reviewer response last chapter, so I'll do em now!

Desipoplover13: Thanks for reveiwing, I already went over the challenge and I will never stop writting odd things. Of course your busy! Or should be finishing chapter three of wizard's guide. Hint hint.

PL: Your pen name is much too long. However, Theodore Knott very well could be my next direction. Thanks for the comliments! The Sorting always did seem a little suspicious.

Jersey Princess: We already know too much about Arabella Figg. Way too much. Thank you for shorwing all these compliments upon me though! Conner, should of know. This chappie was beta ed though so there shouldn't be errors.