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Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
The noise of the pub reached Pomona Longbottom from where she sat at the small dining table though she paid it no attention. Instead she was focused solely on the pieces of parchment in front of her as she attempted to transform them into Christmas cards.
She had never really drawn aside from a few scribbles as a child; Lucy was the artist in the family, not Pomona though she had felt as if she should at least try. It's not as if she was talented at anything unlike Roxanne who could bake food that melted in your mouth or James could fly better than walk or Alice who was funny and popular or Frank who was a great guitarist already.
No, she had nothing to her name, nothing to distinguish herself from a family that felt as if it was continuously expanding, suffocating her with nowhere to run.
She put down the card she was working on with a heavy heart as she took in the childish scribble of a reindeer. She was two years older than Lucy and yet the younger girl could draw better than anyone Pomona knew. She wished just for once she could do something incredible, something that made her shine. Something that would cause her aunts and uncles to whisper to one another, 'Did you see how wonderful Pomona was?' But no, she was plain, ordinary Pomona, who got tongue-tied around strangers, who couldn't talk in front of large groups of people, who opted to sit on the sidelines and watch instead of joining in with her cousins. She was round in figure and had stupid straw-like hair and plain, boring blue eyes. Nothing like Victoire's ocean-blue eyes or Lucy's stormy blue. She didn't have beautiful copper curls like Alice nor could she get people to laugh like her sister could.
She sighed and got up from her chair and began to pace around the room, her thoughts swirling together until it was a storm which she couldn't escape, her heart racing and hurting so much that all she could do was keep walking hoping it would ease.
And now Christmas was here and everyone would come home and talk about how wonderful Molly's grades are and how tall Albus had grown and how funny Fred and James were and how thoughtful Louis is. She hated it. Nobody ever spoke about Pomona and all she did was sit there and watch in jealousy as all the adults gush about Lucy's painting and Lily's story and Hugo's adorableness and how different the twins were. Frank and Alice would be in the centre of attention and Pomona would be alone again, all the kids branching off into their groups; Teddy and Victoire curling up together to talk teenage stuff; Dominique, Roxanne and Alice, laughing loudly in the corner; James, Fred, Louis and Molly grinning wickedly as the adults sent them nervous looks; Albus and Rose talking quietly with books in hand; Lucy, Lily, Hugo and Lysander giggling and smiling all child-like and adorable; Lorcan and Frank laughing and running around like mad hens. And then Pomona by herself, probably put in charge of the young Shacklebolt kids again.
She was sick of being the one pushed to the side but she didn't know what to say to get their attention. She had hoped that her cards were gain her a comment from the adults but they were garbage and she may as well throw them out and just use some out of the packet her mother bought.
There was no use and no way to become more, though Pomona wished there was.
Okay, this wasn't as long as some of the others and nowhere near as cheerful but I still hope you liked it. Please review before favouriting/following.