Sparkling
and others see it too, her perfection. she sparkles at school, like a butterfly floating in the wind. she is never alone, never unhappy. her smile is like a light and everyone else merely moths. she does well in every subject and yet still has time to sparkle.
and she's in gryffindor, the house that matches her hair, matches her. and you're slytherin, the house the matches her eyes, matches you. yet she still finds the time to talk to you. makes you forget that loneliness for a few minutes. you no longer sit in the corner, hiding behind your hair and that air of disdain for everyone. you remember the sound of your own laughter. the special thing about her is that she sparkles but makes everything around her sparkle too.
nothing sparkles in the dungeons that you now call home, a place more comforting than the house you were brought up in. you sleep in a room with boys you can barely stand, boys filled with jealousy and hate. you hear whispers of mudblood, more than a word, a suggestion of a traitor, of a pathetic dirty individual that doesn't fit in, of tainted beginnings and even worse endings.
I'M NOT A MUDBLOOD. so you've told them. you've led them to believe you're one of them. these boys, these selfish creatures you lie next to each night, these beings that are so far from her it is hard to believe they are from the same world, are your friends. and perhaps you do belong with them. you hate, you are jealous. you are nothing like her either, you always see the worst in people. NOT TRUE.
then try and explain why, as james and sirius and remus and peter enter the great hall for dinner, you find yourself thinking about their flaws. james is arrogant, sirius is hated by his family, remus is weak and peter is just stupid. is that hatred or jealousy?
and in she comes, sparkling as ever, laughing at something her friend has said. she waves at you, she is happy to see you. one of the few that is. yes, you love her but perhaps you hate her as well. you hate her. NO I COULD NEVER HATE HER. oh but you do. you hate how she reminds you how lonely you truly are.