My sister

Nyxara Warwick, always overshadowed by her beautiful, older sister. Isadora Warwick. She was perfect, everything that Nyxara wasn’t. She was outgoing and lively, not to mention extremely beautiful. She made Nyxara feel incredibly average in comparison. Nyxara was quiet. A shadow in the great hall. However, she was extremely intelligent and talented. She was a beautiful of her own kind, though, she did not feel that way. She hated that she wasn’t more like her sister. And though she loved her sister, she envied her. The only person who preferred Nyxara to Isadora was Draco Malfoy, a childhood friend of Nyxara. He always loved her, though she was blinded by her own insecurity.