Lysithea Black. The girl with Chocolate-brown eyes fell for the blue ones.
Harry Potter. The boy with freckles fell for the ones with moles.
Lysithea Black. The girl with sunkissed face fell for the moonlit ones.
Harry Potter. The boy with tall hei...
The Frazer mansion was never lively. The loudest sound that could be heard was Lysithea's own breathing, or sometimes the ocassional gurgling of the radiator. The silence was deafening, and the house too lonely for her. She couldn't remember the last time Eleanor Frazer and Cameron Frazer, whom she called mom and dad, had sat together to eat dinner with her. She always thought her now-parents were muggles and that might have been the reason for not having as much spare time for her until a post by Hermione arrived on the 11th of July to wish her birthday, and telling about her very exciting visit to France with her parents. Lysithea was jealous would be an understatement. She never wished to have a big house, to live in big room. Of course to some this might be a dream but for her, it was a nightmare.
The cold always seemed to sweep the empty rooms as eerie silence filled the house. To some silence was comfort, but to her, it seemed like white noise and close to torture.
Lysithea was a single-child and so had no source of actual entertainment, having been told by her mom constantly for her to stay home because she was worried, "You'll spread your freaky magic everywhere, and the people will get suspicious. You wouldn't want that now would you, honey," she'd always say in her sweet voice. However, Lysithea never understood whether her mother was genuienly worried or just manipulative since she never even saw her genuinely smile at her. It was as if Cameron and Eleanor Frazer cared all about money and had gotten tired of Lysithea officially years ago. She had seen her could-have-been sister's pictures put up on the walls decorating the whole house. Apparently, she could see in Florence's (the Frazer's real daughter that died in her third year at Hogwarts) smile. In her pictures, she looked so happy with her parents. As if they put every single effort to spoil her to death. Lysithea felt that maybe they exhausted all their love on the real daughter that there was no more left for the adopted one.
Her muggle parents weren't particularly like Harry Potter's Aunt and Uncle, which she was thankful for. However, she sometimes though, in a deep place of her mind, that a 'monstorously fat man's' humanly presence was better than none at all. For being lonely never sat right with her.
The television seemed to entertain her for only so long. It seemed like a box of crap to her. So, for the past two years, during the holidays when she'd come back home, she'd sneak out oftenly to a field or a playground nearby, no longer caring about what shit her mother seemed to tell her about keeping her 'witchy tricks' away from normal people. The kids too in the garden called her a freak for reasons unknown. As if they could see right through her. It was heartbreaking for a 12 year old Lysithea who started to believe that muggles were extremely dumb to not be as kind and friendly.
