Easier to Run
1.Forced Passion
To be a Black is to be noble. To be a Pureblood is to be superior. To be both these things is hell. To have an arranged marriage is hell. Yet those are the cards that fate has dealt me. I am condemed to a life of sittng still and looking pretty. A life of complete and utter boredom. A life of ordering around houseleves and tea parties with my equally bored and equally fake 'friends'. A life of wondering what could of been. Should have been, yet a life that I knew I would never have. My life was that of any seventeen year-old pureblooded witch. A life of terror.
The magical world considers itself to superior than the muggle one. Many would argue with that but they still belive that they are. But in truth it is muggles who are superior. They have adapted to life without magic. They came up with means to have light without using candles. The have much more effecient ways of writing (nimble little quills that refill themselves). They do not have to resort to taming birds in order to communicate. They are definately superior.
They also have the freedom to choose who they marry. In the magical world most marriage's are decided by either the family or the ministry. If you disagree then you are stripped of your powers and sent to live in the muggle world. This seems like a very good option, unless you are me. My relatives have brought the family shame. Bella has had very obvious ties to Lord Voldemort, one of the more dangeroud dak wizards. Adromeda is marrying a muggleborn. Regulus is far too young to tell and Sirius, bless him, has managed to escape our oppressive family life.
I wish I was as brave as Sirius. Brave enough to escape and be my own person. Nut I can't. I am condemed to Marry Lucius Malfoy and I hate it. I hate the fact that I am forced to love him. Eventually I will be forced to bear him an heir. I wouldn't want a chid to live under the notoriously sadistic Malfoy name. Yet I have no choice.
Lily Evans, the little muggleborn Gryffindor once told me that we always have a choice. That was until she learned the consequences of attending Hogwarts. She is betrothed to the insufferable prick that is James Potter. No-one has a choice. The male chooses the female and that's the way it always been. Lily may be muggleborn but she is my one chosen friend and she hates this as much as I do.
I am dreading graduation. I will be married almost immediately and I will be forbidden to speak to not only my best friend but my favourite sister and my sweetest cousin. It is a terrible life for anyone to live. A life of forced passion.