Disclaimer: Bleh.
Dedication: To all the beautiful girls out there, which is everyone.
it starts out so i n n o c e n t l y
("You're Fleur Delcour, right? From Beauxbatons?")
she's Fleur and eighteen and part veela and graceful
-no-one-sees-anything-else-
he's d i f f e r e n t and k i n d
and&and&and
(oh god)
she's Fleur and eighteen and in love
[once upon a time]
her mother told her
"stand tall darling
let everyone see your eyes
let them see you dance
don't let them see what's inside"
but mother lied
there's nothing inside
(nothing anyone wants to see)
{"Donc je suis inutile á l'intérieur."}
beauty is only skin deep
/life becomes a whirl wind\
w a r s and s p e l l s and E n g l i s h l e s s o n s
(every Tuesday night)
and he tells her
[he tells her so gently]
how good she's doing
{"Bill's been giving her lots of private lessons,"}
they stare and snicker
(but
she
doesn't
care)
|one day|
it's the end of her lessons
(thatdreadedday)
and she can feel her heart
b/r/e/a/k/i/n/g
wait-wait-wait
wait
please don't go
{"I can't do this without you,"}
life is scary
and you make me feel
b e a u t i f u l
(insideandout)
he knows and she knows
(they know and they don't like it)
Fleur-Phlegm-Fleur-Phlegm
don't they know she has ears?
[in the hall/in the kitchen/in the backyard]
{"He's a hard-working, down-to-earth sort of person
Whereas she's a-"
"A cow?"}
Cow-Phlegm-Fleur-Cow-Phlegm
/sometimes it makes her cry at night\
-butonlywhenhe'snotlooking-
then comes the shock-shock-shocker
the verdict looks bleak
he looks b r o k e n and b e a t e n
and
(oh god)
please-don't-go-please-please
{"…but he was a very handsome little b-boy…
and he was g-going to be married!"}
something inside her just
s
n
a
p
s
[once upon a time]
she had learned the word for amour
l o v e
(felt strange on her tongue)
she whispered it over and over in her sleep
-committing it to memory-
and&and&and
when he told her she was
smart&beautiful&brave
(me? smart? brave?)
she had finally learned what it meant
{"You thought that I would not weesh to marry him? Or per'aps you hoped? What do I care how he looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave!"}
everything
all the nastiness&hurt&bitterness
tumbles out
(but she doesn't care)
she doesn't care about any of it
she doesn't care about the scars
the war
how she looks
or how he looks
Phlegm-Fleur-Cow-Phlegm-Fleur
(l o v e)
she loves him
{Shouldn't that be good enough?}
She is Fleur and twenty and part-veela and graceful
{She's a good-looking girl, but still – French."}
-it-doesn't-matter-anymore
what they say and what she hears
she's b r a v e and b e a u t i f u l
"and stand tall darling
let them see your eyes"
she smiles against his lips
{and they're all clapping for her}
Fleur-Delacour-no-Weasley
she knows it and they know it
he knows it too
(he whispered it in her ear one summer night)
{"You're more than
just a pretty face."}
Donc je suis inutile á l'intérieur." = "And I am worthless inside."
Okay, so initially, I hated Fleur, just like everyone in the books. Thought she was shallow and conceited. But re-reading the HBP, I got to thinking what it must have been like for her, having to deal with all of that, people judging her just because she's beautiful. It's like a reverse form of judging a book by it's cover. So that thought lead to this poem
Thank you for reading!
-Mischief Managed!