A/N: For the Slash/Femmslash BC (oblivious), Femmslash Project, and for Paula and Laura.
I.
After the war, everyone stares at Lavender. She knows they don't mean to. Everyone is scarred, but some of her scars are visible, and it's impossible to look away.
"Poor girl."
"Such a shame."
"She used to be so pretty."
By now, Lavender has heard it all. She is a walking tragedy, wearing the aftermath of the war on her flesh like hideous tattoos. She is no longer a human being, no longer Lavender Brown. She is something to pity, a constant reminder of the darkness they've seen.
II.
Parvati seems oblivious to the scars. She looks Lavender in the eye, her gaze never flickering to the raised marks.
Of course, she sees them. She only pretends not to.
Lavender is sure that, deep down, Parvati pities her like all the others.
III.
"Ugly," Lavender says, looking in the mirror.
"Beautiful," Parvati says, like an echo that can't form the original word.
"I'm ugly."
"You're beautiful."
"I used to be."
"You always will be."
And Parvati kisses each and every scar like she can somehow breathe beauty into destruction. "Beautiful," she whispers between kisses. "Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful."