Entitlement
Just A Penniless Writer

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Originally for the LJ community 7spells, though I had to drop my claim after I could get no more than these two drabbles from my muse. This one is for the theme the puppet master.


Entitled

Truly, she had been only a child when she had started to understand exactly what Veela charm could provide. Fleur, in the pretty pink sundress, had flickered her eyelashes just the smallest amount; the vendor had given her the treat free of charge.

It had impressed her more than she could ever say, and she had watched her older sister carefully from that moment on. There was something to learn here, and Gabrielle was an apt pupil. A turn of the hips, a casual glance, a slight lowering of eyelids… these were all actions tied in her memory to certain unchangeable events. These were all the means to get whatever she wanted.

She wasn't sure why she wanted Ron Weasley. Perhaps it was his proximity to fame, or his obvious inability to resist the bounty her kind was blessed with. In her more reflective moments, she supposed that perhaps a longing for the redhead was in fact some longing to better mirror her sister. Mostly, she decided she was entitled. If Fleur could have the oldest Weasley brother, she was certainly permitted the youngest.

"…Gabrielle! I didn't think you were still here."

"Is that so?"

Her guileless stare was combined with a slight tilt of her head to allow her hair to form a silvery curtain around her neck. He was silent for a moment before red seeped onto his face, and he backed away with fumbling apologies.

She knew he would still have second thoughts regarding his position as brother-in-law. He was no doubt cursing himself for the inappropriateness of his feelings.

She didn't care. It was only a matter of time before he didn't care either. She would make sure of that.