Mirror of Erised Challenge!
These two weeks the challenge on this forum will be dedicated to the Mirror of Erised. It can be what a person see in it, a person thinking of what he/she saw in it, what he/she may see in it... Anything, as long as it involves the Mirror of Erised.
Dedicated to APieceOfGumIsNotStuckInMyHair (Margrethe) beacuse she's a real princess.
Princess
Beautiful people fill the room. I am one of them The man with the receding black hair, grey at the temples, rushes forward and swings me round in a hug.
Princess!
He sets me down and turns to my husband. A stern look, a manly hug and a Father's warning to look after his little princess. The way he has for seven years now. My little girl lets go of her Daddy's hand and bounds into her Grandfather's arms, while her Grandmother kisses my cheek and says
Welcome home sweetheart.
My daughter squeals loudly and runs around greeting the family, in the way only a seven year old girl can. Pink bows and glitter find their way onto everyone she leaves Her Uncle Roddy sets down his glass of champagne, lifts her high in the air over his shoulder and spins her round until she cries with laughter. Her Auntie Bella catches my eye. She's laughing too, as hard as her niece. Wisps of her black hair escape her loose chignon and curl around her face like ivy. Grey eyes sparkle at me promising mischief.
Hello little sister.
Grabbing my own glass from a passing house elf I walk over to join them, and rescue poor Rodolphus who currently has six pink bows tied in his hair. And counting.
She gets it from me you know. Her devious streak.
Before I can reach them, the last, and most awaited guests arrive.
They enter like two golden haired angels. Proud and tall. Loved by everyone in the room. Loved by each other.
I let out a shriek to rival my daughter's and rush to throw my arms around my baby sister. I can't. The bundle she carries stops me. I end up instead with an armful of my new baby nephew. The whole family crowds round me, cooing and petting as his adoring parents beam and pass him properly to me. Ted hovers behind me and lets the baby grab one of his fingers.
He's beautiful Cissy.
Narcissa smiles radiantly from her husbands arms.
He is, isn't he.
He is. The image of his parents. A little cherub.
From her vantage point on Rodolphus's shoulders my daughter scrunches up her nose. A small pop and her hair is as blonde and fine as her new cousin's. Lucius laughs and reaches to chuck her under the chin.
He's tiny Mummy.
He is. So tiny and innocent and pure. He gurgles at me. A miniature Lucius with his fist in his mouth. But Cissy is in there too. I can see it. Such a perfect little baby. He doesn't even fuss as he leaves me and is swept away on the tide of Black arms all clamouring for a proper look at him. He is the star of the evening. All the eating and drinking and dancing must be broken with little stops for another look at Draco Malfoy.
Ted's firm torso presses against my back. His arms snake round me and I turn. Our eyes meet for a mere second then our bodies move as one towards the dance floor. We glide like the mist that presses against the ballroom windows, swirling eternally with a grace that brings a tear to my Father's eye.
Princess he smiles. My Princess.
I reach for him. My nails scrape the glass.
My husband can't dance.
My husband doesn't have a firm torso.
My husband isn't a pureblood.
My nephew isn't a baby.
My daughter isn't seven.
My sisters don't smile at me.
My Father doesn't live.
I'm not his Princess any more.
It's a mirror.
Any good?