She's a whirlwind of crazy, and nothing can bring her down. She's beautiful and flawed and perfect-or so everybody else thinks. She's cunning and sly, but Gryffindor through and through. And she couldn't be a bigger contradiction.
She walks like she is floating on air, and she doesn't give a fuck who she affects (which would be everyone).
But then one day there is a boy-and god the boy is everything. He is his own little collected supernova, which is a contradiction in and of itself, and he couldn't possibly be more perfect if he tried (which he doesn't).
And they fall in love as if it was a fairytale, and there are sparkles, and fireworks, and doves singing-because two more beautiful creatures have never been seen together. And he's the Prince Charming to her Cinderella, and nothing can rupture their harmony.
But isn't there always a wicked witch? A poisoned apple? A sharp spindle?
And everything falls apart, because there isn't always a happily ever after, because they weren't actually a fairytale.