Dedicated to windsandwordsandmetaphors for reviewing my last story.
Until today I had never needed anything but my beauty to get by. No that's not true, what I mean is; until today I have never wished for more than my beauty to get by.
It was the holidays when it happened; I am back home from my fifth year at Beauxbatons, and so excited to be with my family again. I have missed my sister, my Gabi, so much and I am thinking of her.
Dreaming of her and Maman and Papa so much that I do not notice where I walk. And then suddenly without realising it I am in an alley behind the park and there are three men crowding me. They are jeering and laughing; I can feel their hot breath on my face and smell the cheep alcohol off their lips.
They talk about the pretty little rich girl, the perfect princess with her perfect world.
I am so scared. I try to fight, try to get away but they are too strong and beauty does not make me invincible.
I love my looks and I do not wish to be ugly but sometimes I wish that I had no veela in me.
I just that wish I had learned this lesson sooner.