This was written for Mystii's "Free Verse Collection" challenge. The prompt was 'puppets'. Credit to Mew & Mor's Weird Pairings.

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Victoire likes to dance.

She likes to sway and skip and smile,

Knowing

That she is the most beautiful.

There is only one thing she likes more,

And that is to make others (boys & men) dance to her tune,

Like puppets strung on by her prettiness.

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Teddy.

His heart for her attention;

Her beauty in place of Lily Luna's love.

Not a fair exchange.

She slipped past his defences

With grace and poise;

They would be proud, you know.

A tear glistening as it rolled down her

Porcelain cheek.

And when he was sure of her,

Victoire swung out of reach.

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Scorpius.

His heart for her affection;

Her friendship in place of the world's scorn.

Or so he thought...

For what did their hatred matter,

If the sun was to shine only on him?

If.

Oh, I didn't know you felt that way.

The clouds rolled in, his skies were grey.

When he needed her most,

Victoire twirled out of reach.

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Neville.

His heart for her inhibition;

Her brightness in place of Hannah's dimming glow.

A bargain.

She enchanted him,

Caught his eye,

Made him need her.

You have a wife – we can't be together.

Planted the idea, and let it g r o w.

Only, Victoire didn't want to let go.

She didn't want to drop his heart.

Not this time.

(Not now. Not ever.)

She let Neville take her hand;

Victoire let him steady her, keep her upright.

If they fell, his heart would break.

(And so would hers)

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