A/N: sorry its so short, but the next chapter will be longer, i promise. right now, i'm planning on having this story show how teddy and victoire's relationship progresses over the years, mostly by random moments together, so it might skip around a bit. please review and tell me what you think!
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Being part veela has its advantages. I never have to worry about acne, or smelling weird, or wearing makeup. Even the worst hair day somehow manages to look great on me. Guys stare at me wherever I go. I've even caught some of them drooling. I've been told that I look drop-dead gorgeous more times than I can count. Most girls would kill to be part veela.
I hate it.
Why? You might ask. You wouldn't be the first. See, most girls think that I'm strange, bordering on insane, because I hate the thing that makes me different, that makes me totally and completely gorgeous, that makes me able to get any guy I want. Those are exactly the reasons I hate it.
It's the only thing that makes me different. When people talk about me, they say, "Oh yeah, Victoire, the veela." They don't say, "Oh yeah, Victoire, the girl who made 103% on her Charms exam." Or even, "Victoire, the girl who can't stand in one spot without tripping." No, it's always Victoire the Veela. That's all most people see. They don't see me.
And who wants to be gorgeous anyway? It just gets you unwanted attention. Like I said earlier, guys follow me around drooling. It's not actually that much fun. I can understand how Uncle Harry felt, always having people stare at him. Some people are made for the spotlight, but not me.
Yeah, I can get any guy I want. Problem is, I don't want them. So let's correct that statement: I can get any guy I want, except the one I actually like.