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Thylane Delacour was a difficult child.
Her mother said it.
Her aunt said it.
And her cousins never tired of saying it.
She sulked, and she sulked and she sulked.
She went days without uttering a word.
She wouldnt eat.
She had no interest in parks, cinemas or ponies.
She sat in the middle of the floor and drew strange and terrible pictures of men with dark dangerous eyes.
Men that bore resembelance to Gabrielles former boyfriend.
"Thylane honey, would you like to go out and get some icecream?"
"Thylane sweetie why dont you come for a walk with me, we could visit some shops?"
"Thylane dinners on the table!"
"Pizza!... you like pizza"
"Thylane sweetie why wont you eat?"
"It's lovely Thy, why dont you just try a bite?"
"THYLANE EAT YOUR DINNER NOW!"
It was on the day that Thylane drew the worst picture yet.
The man held a rope in his hand.
He smiled menacingly.
His eyes seemed to stare straight through the paper.
He wore no clothing.
Gabrielle screamed.
That day she packed Thylan's bags.
Gabrielle couldnt do it anymore.
She needed help.
So she would go to the only person she could ever rely on.
Her sister.
Fleur.