it was against the rules.
(but when have you actually followed them?)
not concrete laws,
but rules, ones so strictly enforced
that they dictated who you loved
and who you couldn't.
cedrella knew them
{rebellion is a teenager thing, they say}
[just a stage you're going through, dear]
she knew her intended purpose in life.
what she was supposed to do
rebellion was fun
fun when you weren't caught
and could spend every single 'm'o'm'e'n't
living in thrill and fear
that what you were doing was
dangerous, wrong.
a metaphorical s-l-a-p in the face
to the rules.
until those secret midnight meetings
that wasn't just rebellionanymore
not just trying to prove a p . o . i . n . t.
because now she'd rather be
counting f;r;e;c;k;l;e;s
with ginger hair
and septimus
than the
black family
with their black hair
and black hearts.
Okay, so this is about Cedrella Weasley nee Black. For the Fanfiction Triwizard Tournament by Empress Empoleon, using other: counting freckles and phrase; slapped in the face.