Do They Think They Know Me?
Oh dear me, a rather short piece from me. I dunno; this thought just struck me at 11:00 at night, so I hadda get it down. Can you guess whose viewpoint this is from? Probably easy…
I'm just another beautiful girl. They really think they know me, don't they?
I'm taken advantage of. The boys, young and old, corner me. Ask me to balls, to dates, to sit with them during breakfast. It is like I'm not even another human being; a slave. A love slave?
No…not a slave, more like a…I don't really know how to describe the feeling.
All I want to worry about is my sister, and my mother. I don't want all these boys around me, treating me like a queen…I want true friends.
I remember a way back, when that boy with the red hair (I believe his name was Richard? Rick?) asked me to the ball. He was…14! I am almost 18. Was I flattered? No. I get it all the time…all of the time…
Well, it is most probably because I am part-veela. I feel sorry for true veelas. Does no one think of their feelings? Of course not! But, it is not their nature, nor destiny, to have friends, mates…husbands, lovers, is it? But I am part human. I need those things. However, most people are too busy looking at me and not at the person inside. They've no worry about my feelings, hobbies, interests, dreams.
No, they don't know me. I, Fleur Delacour, am the girl nobody knows.
Do they think they know me? Yes.
Do they know me? No.
OOOPS! I gave away the answer. This is a drabble, or a little thought of Fleur's. I hope you've enjoyed my shortest fic ever! I took her french accent out, cause it was too hard to write.