A/N: I recently got into free-verses (one of the upcoming chapters for my new story Side by Side is written in this format) and I wrote this.
Just a little one-shot from Victoire's perspective about her relationship with Dominique, and Bill. It turned out a lot more angsty than I previously intended.
I own nothing
Daddy, don't pretend
I may be blonde
But I'm sure as hell not stupid
I figured it out a l-o-n-g time ago
(I'm more than an empty headed ornament, eh, Daddy?)
After all, Daddy, they do say I take after Maman dearest
(I'm tired of being labelled)
Jolie Victoire – it's all they say
(Never learn, do they?)
I'm more than an empty headed part-Veela
Non, Daddy, …surprise, surprise…
Your darling little Victoire has b.r.a.i.n.s
(Quelle !surprise!)
I know that you've always wanted a /\fire cracker/\ for a daughter
A feisty fiery petite daughter
Not the ice-princess
(They always said I took after Maman dearest)
Just like perfect ..little.. Dominique
Someone who you can ((cuddle)) and fawn over
(After all, I'm all grown u^p, 17.)
She's your only red haired child
The only pure Weasley of your children
(But Louis is like Uncle Charlie and George, you say
so is it just me then, hm?)
But Daddy, it's time take off your rose-tinted glasses
Because perfect, petite Dominiquesure as hell ain't perfect
She's not your little *star*
And she's not really like /\fire/\
And I'm not the ice-princess
But Daddy, {cling} to that illusion if you want
Because, didn't you know, that fire eventually burns out-
And ice .m.e.l.t.s.
But it forms ~water~
And, Daddy, dearest
~Water~ can last forever…
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