Subject: Beauty Potions

Task: Write about someone receiving an ugly bruise as a result of a physical fight.

2017 Resolutions: Write a minimum of 300 drabbles this year, Write at least one drabble in every genre listed on the site (drama), Write at least one drabble/one-shot for all the characters listed in 'Harry Potter Characters' on .

365 Drabbles: Wicked

Word Count: 536

Broken Dolls and Bruises

"Give me back my dolly, Credence!" his sister, Chastity, yelled, as she chased after him and down the stairs.

Credence stopped running, turned to his sister and stuck his tongue out at her.

"Stop being such a baby, Chastity," Credence responded, tearing the head off her doll and throwing it to the floor. "Only babies play with dolls."

"Credence!" she screeched, stamping her foot furiously. "You're going to pay for that."

"And what's a baby like you going to do?" he asked, daring his younger sister to make a move.

Chasity's eyes narrowed at him before she ran towards him and jumped on top of him. She pinned him to the ground, balled her hands into fists and started to hit him, landing punches to his face.

Credence scrunched his face up and grabbed his sister's biceps and rolled over so that he was on top of Chastity.

"What on earth is going on here?" Mary Lou's voice rang out. "Get off your sister, you wicked boy. Now!"

Credence stubbornly stayed put, pinning his sister's arms down as she struggled against his grip.

"Mama, she hit me," he told her, ignoring the bundle she was cradling in her arms. "She hurt me. Look."

Credence turned his cheek to show his mother his face. "See."

"Get up now or I will redden that other cheek of yours, you horrible child," Mary Lou shouted, walking over so that she was looming over him.

"But, Mama," Credence said, frowning at the woman who had put a roof over his head for as long as he could remember.

"Shut up!" she yelled, shifting the bundle to one arm and striking him with the other and sending him flying across the floor. "Go to your room. Now!"

Credence sat up and scowled at his mother as she helped Chastity up to her feet before spinning around and stomping off towards the stairs.

"Chastity," Credence heard his mother say as he reached the bottom of the stairs, "this is your new baby sister, Modesty. It'll be your job to help look after her and protect her."

"From nasty boys like Credence?" he heard his sister ask.

"Yes," his mother laughed. "From nasty little boys like Credence."

Credence huffed loudly and ran up the stairs and straight into the bathroom. He slammed the door behind him. Why did everyone hate him so much? Why did his mother not care in the slightest that Chastity had hit him?

Credence walked up to the sink and looked in the mirror, and saw that he had a large bruise on his cheek. He gripped the edge of the sink and lowered his head. He could feel the familiar bubble of rage building in the pit of his stomach. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to force it back down. Credence took deep breaths in and out as he raised his head and looked in the mirror again; the first thing he noticed as he opened his eyes was that the bruise on his cheek had vanished.

His anger and frustration at his mother and sister disappeared, and was replaced by confusion.

Where had his bruise gone? And more to the point: how had it disappeared?