A/N: So it hasn't been that long since I've last posted a fic. I've been really busy with school lately (sophomore year is a pain) but I was talking to a friend last night and he was talking about how he thinks perfect is a little bland and weirdness is the spice of life. After listening to him say that, I was like "OMG I GOTZ TO WRITE DA FIC!" and here I am. . .This was written pretty quickly so I apologize if it's really bad.
Disclaimer: I do not get my inspirations on trains. My friend's small comments inspire me to write strange fics. In other words, I am not Jo Rowling. So I don't own Harry Potter. . . sadly. . .
She is flawless. Everything about her is faultlessmatchlessperfect. Her flowing golden hair, her diamond bright eyes, her pale porcelain skin, her rose pink lips, she is perfection at its best.
He doesn't understand how a human being could be so perfect. That perfect walk of hers where she glidesanddances and that perfect smile when the corner of her lips turn upward slightly and that perfect laugh that sounds like the bells that ring every Christmas.
She is refinedandsophisticated, never stepping out of line, always polite. She is always "good Victoire" and "perfect Victoire" and "beautiful Victoire" and "nice Victoire." Everything about her is perfect and nice and nothing odd and strange.
She's every man's dream, the perfect girl. And when she looks at him with those diamond blue eyes, full of love and happiness, he knows he is incredibly lucky. She is faultlessmatchlessperfect and impossibly flawless. Her personality is pure and joyful, unblemished in every way. But, he thinks, perfect is a little bland.
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She is everything but flawless. Everything about her is clumsystrangewild. Her tangled red hair, her honey hazel eyes, her tan freckled skin, her dark red lips, she is different.
He doesn't understand how she can do the things she does. Running barefoot through the tall grass, climbing trees, dancing in the rain, sliding through the mud, she is anything but graceful. She flies, she doesn't glide. Her smile is always full, never just the slight upturn of the corners of her lips. Her laugh is like the rush of the wind, natural and pleasant, full of joy and delight.
She is oddandwild, always crossing boundaries, always stepping over limits. She is always "that one crazy girl" and "the odd Potter girl" and "the strange one" and "the loud, weird girl." Nothing about her is perfect and everything is odd and strange.
She's had her fair share of love, careless, small relationships. But when she looks at Rose's boy (and just maybe a distant relative of his), he can see the emotions in her light hazel eyes. It's the look he sees Victoire give him. That look full of love with a small dash of pain.
She's an odd, weird girl, and much too young. But, he thinks, weirdness is the spice of life. She may not have Victoire's diamond blue eyes and sophisticated aura and perfection, but she has her own beauty. She's had overwhelming flaws and she's just a little bit too young and she might just be in love with someone else and she might just possibly be a little crazyoddstrange but after all, perfect is a little bland.
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