Beautiful Delicacy
They claimed that because of her beauty she was delicate. There were only three people that looked beyond that, and at the real her. The strong-willed, adventurous Gabrielle Delacour that refused to stand back and let others do everything for her. She may have looked delicate, but beauty, even delicate beauty can be misleading. The world did not see the real her, only the ones that she loved most did. Just like she saw who they really were, unlike the rest of the world. Lune was more like a lion then anyone knew, she had a vicious streak about her that only ever really came out when people hurt those she really cared about, and those that caused it never lived to tell of it. It was impossible to make Ginny leave behind something that she cared about deeply: it was easier to move mountains, than make her waver from what she believed in. Harry would rain burning hail down upon those that dared to lay a finger upon Luna, Ginny or her, watching him fight was like watching fire, ice and brimstone fall from the sky, nothing could stop him. And she knew that anyone who dared stand in their way or even try to come between them would never have seen it, any of it coming. After all, beautiful delicacy is very misleading.
