Monday's child is fair of face.
Zatanna Zatara was born on a Monday.
Moonlight had shone bright that night, and her father had thought it was a sign of great power and luck for his only child, grand omens for a magician's daughter born to runaways and dark futures.
As she grew, so too did her beauty, though the dark-haired lass would not believe any who told her, dismissing them with a beauteous smile.
Even with death now a solid companion at the young woman's side, she caught the gazes of many of her close friends, though the good witch cared little for them as mourning overtook her.
Gaunt and heavy-eyed, clothes fitting loosely and smile not reaching dark, once-lively eyes, Monday's child was fair of face, whether she wanted to be or not.
((AN - I didn't warn for spoilers because I assumed the reference to death was ambiguous enough to not ruin the, ah, 'death' for those who haven't seen Misplaced.))