Post by uozumi on Mar 29, 2005 23:25:35 GMT -5
I wrote this up on the board so forgive the misspellings nad such. This has been running around in my head all of this afternoon and finally things started to gel enough that I could write it out.
I do not own Harry Potter nor do I make a profit from this venture. It is an act of fandom.
Summary
Hermione monologue. Summer of 1996.
Mirrors
[/i][/center]I do not own Harry Potter nor do I make a profit from this venture. It is an act of fandom.
Summary
Hermione monologue. Summer of 1996.
Mirrors
There's that girl in the mirror. She stares at me but her eyes are dull. They used to sparkle I think. She's wearing a light blue shirt but it used to be pink - everything used to be pink, or at least that's what I think it was like.
Her hair is brown and bushy. Its waves stand on end as though she's electrocuted herslef but it's just the summer playing with it, not that it looks that much better in the winter. Her eyes are brown, a boring brown. Brown hair and brown eyes - no creativity.
She passed all her OWLs with O's - well, except for Astronomy, but no one got above an A on that exam. Her expression changes with the memory. No one in their right minds could have passed the exam after seeing what they all saw, not even a Slytherin.
Although she's just speculating now. This girl is always speculating, always talking like she knows everything. Maybe the O's are validation that she does, but maybe it's not. She's a phony, just a trophy, just something that no one can reach, that no one wants to reach.
She has friends but that doesn't help. She's seen things that no one else should have, she knows things no one else should know. She has friends, two of the best friends in the world always by her side and another in another country, but it doesn't seem to matter. Her friends and she are falling apart. Sometimes they're all happy but most the time they look like her, lifeless, guilt-ridden.
She wants to smile and so she does but it's no use. There's no time to smile, no want to smile. Her father reminded her that a girl's best feature is her smile but somehow this girl in this mirror is having trouble believing that. She's having trouble believing a lot of things, too scared to believe a lot of things.
She jumps. They're calling for her, making sure she's awake. Soon a girl with thin and straight carrot hair joins her at the mirror. That girl looks more so haunted, her hazel eyes unable to focus. Yet the redhead can put on a smile when it's necessary but this brownhaired girl, this girl whose teeth used to be the size of fence posts, can't.
She has to though and so she checks the mirror and sees another girl take shape. This new girl has the same bushy brown hair and boring brown eyes but she looks untouched, she looks confident, she looks like she is unbreakable, and no longer the girl in the mirror.
The End