A/N: Challenge given to me by Sabriel1317, as my final story/freeverse before I can become a beta reader! I'm not sure if I'll keep writing after that, but I probably will. So, a Lysander/Dominique fic; with the genres Hurt/Comfort and Family. If it's terrible, please don't flame – Rae has a strange sense of humour.

Lysander

He's

d:i:f:f:e:r:e:n:t

[but then, so are you]

his

b/l/o/n/d/e

hair

*notasniceasyours*

well, aren't we vain

(((or just maybe a bit)))

j\e\a\l\o\u\s

that he can be

whoever

he wants

and you're

|cast|

in this

|mold|

you kind of wish

you weren't so

Weasley

because

e-v-e-r-y-o-n-e

knows your

face

and they think they know

[you]

so when you find him

\\crying\\

in the corridor

you don't stop

because you're

m.a.d

and

{{{sad}}}

and deep down you just

*w*i*s*h*

you were like

him

(((what business has he to be crying)))

when you're

b/r/e/a/k/i/n/g

up inside

so you

turn

on your heel

and just

~walk~

away.

A/N: Tell me what you think, whether you hated it, loved it, or didn't really care. I'd love your input! Thanks to Rae for inspiration.