Prompt for Tuesday 8th February:

"Do you trust me?"

"Victory for Victoire!" I heard someone screamed in the dining room. I couldn't stand listening to another of her stories so I decided to sneak into the living room and enjoy some peaceful solitary there. Why is that she always get the attention? Aren't I as good as she is?

Maybe I'm not. I remembered how, despite of my Veela blood, I still manage to look ugly. Not that ugly, but average. If we think about it, though, average obviously wasn't enough when we're a sister to picture perfect Victoire Weasley.

If everyone didn't know my last name, I can guarantee no one would believe who my older sister was. They would just shook their heads, laughed, and pat me on the shoulder-as if hoping I would leave my 'fantasies' behind. But I couldn't run from the horrible truth.

It's not fair! She came to Hogwarts first, so people expected me to be just like her- which I am not! I wonder if I was born first, what could've happened then? I realized nothing would change because my friends would just praise Victoire and wonder why I'm not like her.

Every time a guy started to get closer to me, I should've known all they wanted was to get closer to my sister. There isn't one who asked me out for myself, and without asking my sister to join our date. That's just sad. Every time I mentioned or included my sister in any way, their face would light up. No one's face ever light up when listening about me.

No random person ever stuck up for me, and I don't get why.

"Do you mind if I join you?" My cousin, as well as my best friend Fred Weasley II seemed to be sneaking out of the crowded gathering too.

"I'm not supposed to be with anyone but myself right now." I smiled.

"Too late." Fred sat beside me on the couch.

"Hey!" I jokingly pinched him repeatedly.

"Stop it!" He laughed.

"Alright alright." I finally stopped, after about five more minutes of pinching. "So tell me, why were you here?" I should've never asked him that question, because for all I know, when you met someone and asked them why they're there, all they would do is to answer it and ask you back.

"Got tired of some teasing. You?"

"I think I'm ugly, Fred." I said with a serious face.

"You're kidding, right?" Fred was stifling a laughter.

"No." My face must've looked as puzzled as I really was then. "I think my Veela blood is lost somewhere."

"I've known plenty of girls who I know I wouldn't choose over you." Fred's eyes lighten. "That's if we're not related, though." We burst into laughter.

"You're just saying that to make me feel good." I frowned.

"I'm serious!" Fred actually looked serious.

"But-"

"This must be because you feel like being Victoire's shadow all the time." How did he happen to know me so well?

"It's not that." I mumbled. "I mean it's not just that."

"I knew it."

"You mean you knew that someday I'll confess to you about how beautiful my older sister is and I'm not?" I felt slightly offended.

"It's not that, Dominique, I knew you will someday get the wrong perspective on things." I still think it meant the same as what I said, but the way Fred phrased it didn't sound so mean.

"Dominique, you're beautiful, and even if the way you look isn't as attractive as certain people, you're just as beautiful. Beauty does not only come from outside but also from the inside. Maybe the inherited beauty you claim to have lost is actually in your heart. Learn to embrace it."

"That's not right." I said skeptically.

"Do you trust me?" He left me with no choice.

"…Fine, I'll embrace it." I said. "If I can."

"You can. Beautiful people can do anything."

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