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𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗔 𝗟𝗔𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗢𝗦 and Sirius Black were very different. They were opposites. Sirius was like milk chocolate, sweet and happy. He was also popular (with the females especially), in love with himself, and the ultimate prank master. Although it seemed like Sirius Black had a perfect life, he certainly most did not.

While Sirius was like milk chocolate, Toula Labropoulos was definitely not.

She was more of a dark chocolate with nuts kind of girl. Quiet, her best friend was herself, and clumsy. Toula had always thought she was a good observer, especially to people like Sirius Black.

But she wasn't.

Toula Labropoulos had only observed Sirius.

She had never really known him for who he was.

She had only known him for what she had seen. While she had only seen what Sirius was on the outside, the rebel Gryffindor hadn't.

But even on the inside, Sirius and Toula were very different people.

It was a simple statement that everyone seemed to know, even Sirius' loud friend, James, who approached Toula at Hogwarts every once in awhile, asking how she was and such. (Which she had always found odd, since someone so popular wouldn't dare to talk to someone so friendless like herself.)

The loud rebellious gryffindor and the quiet insecure Ravenclaw. Plain opposites. But of course, not every always understand the simplest statements. Like Toula's parents, Alodia and Lukas, and Sirius' mother, Wallburga, who both didn't understand the two teens' differences. They only understand that if the adults were friends, the children would be as well.

So Alodia and Lukas Labropoulos thought it would be fun for the two families to have dinner tonight (the first day of summer vacation) at the Labropoulos' home, which was exactly next to the Grimmauld Place, where the Black family lived.

And all Toula wanted to do was stay home and relax, since she had been studying hard for her O.W.L.S examinations, not be anywhere near Sirius Orion Black.

But even if she hadn't got to know him, it was still quite obvious that majority of people preferred milk chocolate over dark chocolate. And it was true. Not one person ever came up to Toula when she sat down during her first train ride in the Hogwarts Express.

It might have been because of her horrid grandmother who was scolding her about her appearance or anything she did like usual. Toula's grandmother, Zosime, had told she Toula was so ugly that the other students would feed her to a hag in the forbidden forest.

Trying to forget that horrid moment, Toula then walked over to the family room downstairs to see the rest of the Labropoulos family inside.

"Hey, want to go swim down at the lake?" said the young lady in a strong Greek accent (something that all the Labropoulos had).

The woman was also known as Ambrosia Labropoulos, Toula's hip twenty-three year old sister. Who was more alike to Sirius Black than Toula herself. But despite Ambrosia and Toula's differences, the two sisters got along very well.

Ambrosia was not only a model for Witch Weekly, she had the latest clothes (including Ambrosia's famous leather jackets), was a activist for werewolf and elf rights, and even made her own flying motorcycle to ride (something their mother wasn't too fond of).

Toula's elder sister was simply amazing. Ambrosia had it all. Beauty, confidence, and brains. Ambrosia was like a goddess.

While Ambrosia was perfect, Toula wasn't. Toula was more of a troll than a goddess in her opinion.

"Um alright." Toula smiled tying back her bushy brown hair back.

"What about the Blacks? They are coming over soon. I don't want to have bad impression because of you again." spat Zosime, giving a dirty look to Toula. The sixty-five year old woman had sliver waist length straight hair with sharp black eyes, showing no mercy.

"What's that suppose to mean Yiayia?" questioned Ambrosia, still somehow managing to stay calm.

"It means your little sister is a clumsy girl. She dropped two of my great grandmother's plates last time the Blacks visited." shrieked Zosime.

A beautiful woman with long ruby luscious curls and a kind looking man with brown hair.

"Mama, don't be too harsh on Fatoula. She is only fifteen." spoke Toula's father, Lukas, who had always seemed to have a soft spot for her.

"I was married to your father when I was Fatoula's age. That daughter of yours needs to learn how to stop being a stupid clown for once!" groaned Zosime.

Toula's insides froze. Her grandmother talked about her like this daily since the day Toula could understand words, and every single insult it made Toy.a want to curl up into a ball and cry her soul out.

Toula wasn't perfect, she knew that.

But because of quite a few unkind classmates and her grandmother, Toula had never felt pleased with how she looked. She had never at home with herself. Not once. Ever.

Toula looked down at the marble floors with shame.

"Fatoula," said a soft voice.

Toula looked up to see her beautiful mother, Alodia Labropoulos. Alodia was one of the things, apart from her violin, sister, and father) that kept Toula sane when Zosime picked on her. Her mother was in her late fifties, but still managed to look twenty years younger. At the end of Alodia's red long locks (something Toula didn't inherit), was tips of grey hairs. And when Toula was just a little girl, she was convinced her mother was a Greek goddess. Which of course, wasn't true.

Despite Alodia's beauty, Toula always remembered Lukas, her father, saying he hadn't just fallen in love with Alodia for her outer beauty, but also her kindness and intelligence.

"Yes mama?" Toula answered.

"Why don't you go get ready for dinner?" whispered Alodia.

Toula quickly nodded then ran up a case of marble stairs, and entered the first room on the left. Most items in bathroom was white and black, just like everything else in the Labropoulos Manor. She would have rather showered than be lectured by Zosime again.

She understood that she was clumsy and imperfect, but she didn't need reminding.

Every time Toula looked in the mirror at herself all she saw was pure flaws and a lack of beauty. So most of the time, she just avoided the mirror.

But at least she could accept her blemished self, others would try creams and diets to fix themselves. But, Toula learned that some things can't be fixed, only accepted. She began running the hot water, to the point where it was hot enough to nearly burn off her skin.

Undressing and leaving the clothes on the floor, Toula placed herself into the hot water and laid back her head. Oh why couldn't she stay in the place of zen and tranquility forever? Why did she have to spend her first evening without stressing over examinations, with the so-called flirtatious Sirius Black and his blood-purity-obsessed family? Not to mention his horrid mother who continually noted on everything about Toula, it only seemed like that Regulus Black, the youngest member of the Black family, was the normal one.

All Toula wanted to do was be with her sister tonight, jumping in the lake a few miles away from the manor. Suddenly, she was startled when Ambrosia called for her to hurry as she needed to get dressed as Blacks were bound to arrive soon.

Quickly giving the rest of her body a quick wash, Toula stood up from the bath tub and covered her body with a soft towel. Then taking another one to running it over her body and hair briefly, Toula stood slouching in front of a large mirror.

She knew she couldn't avoid her outer appearance forever. Especially with the comments that Wallburga Black was presumably going to make.

Back when she was eight years old, when she had first met the Blacks after moving from Athens to Islington, Walburga had made the comment (that seemed harmless at the time) that Toula was extremely short, which was an unthought comment in Alodia's opinion.

Years later, Toula did grow quite a lot, as she was now very long and tall. Standing the same height as Sirius and taller than Regulus. Since Sirius was also quite skinny and petite, just like Toula, it seemed that Toula was quite embarrassed of her height. And that she was the same height as a boy her age...seemed...unfeminine.

Standing in front of the mirror still, Toula pushed her wavy ink-black hair out of the way to see her facial features. She noticed a bridge of freckles upon her nose, something she found surprising. Since she never thought she would find such a pretty feature on herself.

She then observed her lower body. Since the end of fifth year, she had finally started her later stage of puberty and lost all her baby fat. So maybe now people like Shen Chang or Aphrodite Zabini.

Toula also found herself to find that her lips weren't as large and full as her mother's (which she didn't mind, since she never really cared for her lips). Plus her baby fat and horrid humungous glasses were now gone, (since her sister placed a charm on her eyes to have perfect vision), making her a little less ugly.

But that wouldn't matter to the mean teenagers at Hogwarts.

She would always be the girl who was voted to be "Ugliest Ravenclaw Alive" or the girl who was known as "Fatty Fatoula"

"Toula! Come on! The Blacks are at the door!" Ambrosia shouted from downstairs.

Toula's reaction to her sister's scream was pure panic, hopefully she wouldn't break anything again. She quickly pulled on a red floral dress that was up to her ankles and raced down the case of stairs.