Birthday drabbles for Lee ♥
Dec. 5th, 2007 10:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
novin_haBetter late than never.
She lays yellow flowers on her father's grave, on one rainy morning. People wondered for a while whether or not to brand him a traitor. Pointless namecalling. They were both used to it, so she doesn't think it would worry him too much.
Later today, she will go to Harry and Ginny's wedding and give them her best wishes. She has yellow flowers for them, too. She thinks they will be very happy.
*~*~*
There's men looking at her. There's always men looking at her - it's the breasts, see. Good for the business. Rosmerta remembers that boys had a rhyming song about her - or them, rather - back in the day, and she would get so angry because all she wanted was to be left alone.
She used to be what you'd call shy.
"I think you've had quite enough, sweetheart." There's a moment of struggle and in the end the protesting man leaves the establishment, cursing her on the way. She doesn't hear the exact words, and she doesn't care. He will be back, with his money and his hunger.
Rosmerta used to be a lot of things. Then she changed.
*~*~*
Lily looks in the mirror and what she sees is a Muggle girl, pretender in an alien world. She can cast spells alright. She's sleeping with a real wizard. She knows how to use curses and charms, and how to swear when you're a witch. She managed to hide herself so well.
"They'll find you out, you know," she tells her reflection.
It nods back at her. She can't tell if it's a smile she sees or a scowl.
*~*~*
She used to be this skinny, vindictive girl, who gave the boy who pulled her hair a rash, killed the toad of the girl who called her a pure-blood inbred, and when the teachers asked her, "Do you know anything about this, Narcissa?" she opened her huge, blue eyes full-wide and presented a picture of offended innocence. She could never harm anyone.
People always fell for it. Underestimated her.
If Voldemort gets either her husband or son killed, she will move heaven and earth, and there's magic he has no idea of, half-blood that he is. Spells whispered in her ear by her aunt. Books her father was afraid to show to Bella, because she was crazy even back then.
She swears on the grave of her parents, on her own blood, if he harms either of them, she'll make him wish he was mortal.
She lays yellow flowers on her father's grave, on one rainy morning. People wondered for a while whether or not to brand him a traitor. Pointless namecalling. They were both used to it, so she doesn't think it would worry him too much.
Later today, she will go to Harry and Ginny's wedding and give them her best wishes. She has yellow flowers for them, too. She thinks they will be very happy.
*~*~*
There's men looking at her. There's always men looking at her - it's the breasts, see. Good for the business. Rosmerta remembers that boys had a rhyming song about her - or them, rather - back in the day, and she would get so angry because all she wanted was to be left alone.
She used to be what you'd call shy.
"I think you've had quite enough, sweetheart." There's a moment of struggle and in the end the protesting man leaves the establishment, cursing her on the way. She doesn't hear the exact words, and she doesn't care. He will be back, with his money and his hunger.
Rosmerta used to be a lot of things. Then she changed.
*~*~*
Lily looks in the mirror and what she sees is a Muggle girl, pretender in an alien world. She can cast spells alright. She's sleeping with a real wizard. She knows how to use curses and charms, and how to swear when you're a witch. She managed to hide herself so well.
"They'll find you out, you know," she tells her reflection.
It nods back at her. She can't tell if it's a smile she sees or a scowl.
*~*~*
She used to be this skinny, vindictive girl, who gave the boy who pulled her hair a rash, killed the toad of the girl who called her a pure-blood inbred, and when the teachers asked her, "Do you know anything about this, Narcissa?" she opened her huge, blue eyes full-wide and presented a picture of offended innocence. She could never harm anyone.
People always fell for it. Underestimated her.
If Voldemort gets either her husband or son killed, she will move heaven and earth, and there's magic he has no idea of, half-blood that he is. Spells whispered in her ear by her aunt. Books her father was afraid to show to Bella, because she was crazy even back then.
She swears on the grave of her parents, on her own blood, if he harms either of them, she'll make him wish he was mortal.
