A Very Strange Lestrange

The next morning I woke up with a smile on my face. I went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. I guess I was checking to make sure I still didn't look like my mother. Nope. I was good to go. I had black hair like her, but mine cascaded in glossy waves halfway down my back. My eyes were an dark black like hers, but hers looked flat and vengeful while mine had depth and character. I smiled and my teeth were perfectly aligned and pearly white. I frowned, remembering a couple years ago when mother had used a very painful spell to whiten and straighten my teeth. I had screamed for her to stop but she had continued, saying that to do the things I was destined to do I must look perfect.

Oooh, who is her mother? Read my story to find out!