A fem!snowbaz fic as a gift for my AMAZING, DEAR FRIEND @ismill!!!
Word count: 5k
Warnings: Some blood/violence (rat-related, bc catacombs)
Sofia Snow is a smudge on my mirror that I can’t scrub off.
Sofia Snow is the scratchy tag on the back of my shirt.
Sofia Snow is a curse on our houses.
Sofia Snow is who I imagine walking down the isle with me in matching white dresses.
I hate Sofia Snow.
Snow barges into our room way past curfew, bruises blotched across her arms. She is gripping that damn sword, the one that’s almost as tall as she is and not quite as golden. It’s smeared with blood.
Green goblin goo is drying in that rat’s nest she calls hair.
Even though I’m screaming inside (I always am when she returns like this), I just blink impassively and turn back to my Potions textbook.
I can hear her slamming open drawers, sword rattling around and bumping into things until she finally spells it away. I try not to imagine her flushed face, the freckles violently spattered across her nose like fucking constellations.