bittersweet

the baby was left in her mother's arms like a precious stone. the older two jung sisters watched the new family member with curiosity as their parents settled, silently inviting them closer. "girls, this is your baby sister." cora's cackle echoed through the halls; soft, gentle and fast. the youngest one was, ever since that moment, treated as a rare and charming jewel. nothing was unattainable for cora and there wasn't a moment when she questioned the fact. while learning how to walk, cora already knew how to lift her chin and stare at people in their eyes – she was confident enough. her first word was "want," with her fingertip pointed very neatly at the chocolate box. her long black hair, gently brushed every night, has a beautiful white bow placed daily on top of her head; is was often possible to find her watching herself in the mirror to make sure the bow was perfect.

cora, at nine years old, was aware of her features and didn't have to work hard to maintain her standard. her ego didn't need to be softened at all when it had already developed so inflated. gossiping with her sisters was definitely a lot more fun, and not to mention the time she lost in the kitchen, learning to reproduce the recipes of the sweets she liked the most.

cora likes to laugh, to listen, to talk; beauty isn't everything if you don't know how to attract people in. she was flirty ever since a teenager, and cora likes the attention. she was popular, but never stopped being nice and kind – her arrogance had been growing smaller every year once she noticed it could lead to a superiority complex. cora, ever since then, always tried to control that trait to avoid becoming someone she wouldn't enjoy around.

the dolohov family, whose name alone meant devotion to the slytherin house, were proud to brag about the purity of their blood. they weren't so proud, however, to have alicia's fatherless son among their newest generation. actually, his father's name was never mentioned to the dolohovs, to guarantee alicia's brother, antonin, wouldn't look after him. the only certainty that she gave them was that her baby would not spoil her honor and blood; however, on troubled nights, hunter could hear his mother's whimpers pleading someone to forgive her (and that someone seemed very dear to her) for not being able to run away from her parents.

hunter grew up in a battlefield – either he stood up against his family or he would be constantly stepped upon. his arrogance after that was proof enough that he was a dolohov, but he very much dreamed he wasn't. his mother disapproved, also, of his foul language and stubbornness, because the rebellion hunter cultivated in him was extremely irritating. hunter always had an answer on the tip of his tongue, and found countless ways to dodge whatever his mother would tell him. hunter was barely behaving when she threatened to break his broom to pieces, because despite the confidence he had in himself to run away from home and play quidditch, he knew that she wasn't bluffing.

percy had a nice childhood – that is undeniable. although he stood in the middle of multiple weasley children, there was always a warm pair of arms to hold him tight before bedtime, and chaotic fun everyday to deal with. still, it's hard to tell where his controlling and pessimistic personality came from; he always kept worrying about his future and how he should be able to provide (does he even want to start a family after living with so many of his siblings his whole life? that's hard to tell). percy kept his mind focused on studying, growing up as the uptight sibling he knew he was becoming... still, he didn't mind much, since he knew he could always find comfort and relax at home.