Title: Lament of a Songbird
Summary: Fleur Delacours' life and that of a songbird are very similar.
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I had always liked birds. They seemed so careless. So free.
When I was younger I had wanted to be like them. I wanted to fly away from all my troubles.
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Nobody understood. Everybody thought I was leading the perfect life. After all, I was beautiful, rich and smart. The perfect girlfriend. Boys were lining up to woo me. Girls envied me. Envied the attention I was getting. They spoke ill of me. Perhaps because they did not know me, perhaps because they felt better that way. I had no friends, just Gabrielle. She was so much younger that she didn't see my pain. It was easy this way. I didn't have to explain.
When I went to Beauxbatons I was considered an outcast, despite or perhaps because of my beauty. I always seemed to stand alone. Boys were afraid to talk to me, scared that I would reject them. The girls didn't want to get to know me, for fair as I was, I obviously was a mean and cold-hearted girl. I couldn't be that perfect. I couldn't be – god forbid – nice.
Thus I spent my years alone, like a songbird trapped in a cage. People looked at me, appreciated my beauty, and then left. They never thought that maybe perhaps this songbird wanted to fly. They didn't consider the fact that I wanted more from life than being watched from a distance. They didn't care. And I wasted away, unnoticed. For the eyes that were watching me never watched close enough. They remained at the surface, never wondering whether there was more than beauty.
Many envied my beauty. To me it is just a curse.
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