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Written for;
Months of the Year Competition; April. Write about a character who is beautiful. Extra Prompts; Beauty, Stubborn, Pink, April Showers (it should rain in your story), Vanity, Proud.
Super Inspirational Prompt-a-thon; Sentence Prompt - It was moments like this that made it all worth it. Words - Thunder, Rosy.
Valentine Making Station - Rainbow; Write about Tonks.
Moments Like This
She watches the rain fall from the safety of the porch, the musical patterns comforting her as it always did. She'd long loved the rain, much to many people's confusion. It brought her a sense of peace that she hadn't found with many other things. The rain was one of the advantages she'd found to living in Britain.
Her parents still didn't understand her decision, and they took every opportunity to try and convince her to return home to France, but she denied every request they made. Here, she'd found love and understanding. Here, she'd realised that it wasn't only her physical appearance that made her worthy of acknowledgement.
Through the years, she'd been ostracised for her beauty, both in school and out. Girls, people who could have been her friends had they only taken the time to get to know her, called her names and jeered at her, certain that she was only there to steal their boyfriends. Boys and in some cases grown men, thought that she was easy, because she was beautiful. They called her a tease when she refused their advances.
Her mother chided her for being stubborn when she wouldn't accept any of the suitors that came to their door, her father called her out over her vanity when she refused to even speak to the young men he fetched home to meet her.
When she put her name in the Triwizard Cup, she hoped it would make people see her for more than her beauty, but for the most part, it didn't. Girls still sneered and jeered at her and boys still fell over themselves to try and win her hand. She'd hoped it would make her parents proud, but for the most part, it didn't. They begged and pleaded with her to return home to the safety of France, into the willing arms of one of their chosen suitors.
That she'd been chosen as the champion of her school was nothing to them.
Not that she regrets travelling to Hogwarts. It was there she first met her love, and it was there that she finally understood what it was to be accepted as a person, rather than a trophy.
Arms wrapped around her waist as her nose was assaulted by the familiar scent of strawberries and cream.
"Are you okay?"
The words were soft spoken, little more than a whisper and only barely audible over the rain.
She smiled, turning in the arms that surrounded her to face her love.
"I'm fine," she confirmed, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of the mouth in front of her.
"There's a storm coming."
"Hmm, I know."
"Would you like to watch it?"
"Yes."
Dora pressed their lips together briefly before she gently tugged Fleur to their swinging seat. Fleur allowed her head to rest on Dora's shoulder as the first rumble of thunder rumbled overhead, followed by a quick flash of lightning.
Fleur smiled softly. Yes, she had been through a lot because of her beauty, but the woman beside her, with her pink hair and rosy cheeks, had shown her what it was to be happy. It was moments like this that made it all worth it.