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Victoire Apolline Weasley.
If there was a name for perfection,
that would be it
Because who could argue that you aren't the
g.o.l.d.e.n g.i.r.l,
with your silvery hair and ohso blue eyes?
You're your Mama's pride&joy,
you're Daddy's little girl,
you're baby sisters idol.
And everyone
absolutely
adores
you.
And, oh, they're all so jealous
of you, because your boyfriend is
the T.e.D.d.Y L.u.P.i.N
and your daddy's a w/a/r h/e/r/o
and your part-Veela
(don't even try to deny your gorgeous, honey)
and, oh, darling, don't forget that
you're perfect
But..
Sometimes, like right now
when you can hear your
baby sister
c~r~y~i~n~g
late at night
because she thinks
she will never be good enough
because her idol, her older sister
(that's you, honey)
is ohso
perfect,
you wish that you weren't.
So just close your eyes,
pretend you can't
hear her
and
keep on shineshineshining,
like you were meant to.
(because, darling,
you can wish all you want,
but it's not going to change anything)