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"No one's perfect, Hun." He told her
"I know,' the little girl said. 'But I want to be the closest thing to it."
"And what's that?"
"Skinny."

One week later

I'm back on the plane again, finding great comfort in the fact that it is headed far, far, away from this place of snooty photographers, and practically robotic prep teams. I am going back home and couldn't be more thrilled about it. I am partly furious, I expected the shoots to be exotic, fun filled, and (dare I say) easy. I got only one out of the three. The location was fantastic, the trees towering above our heads giving a bit of shade, and the ocean was so blue, like out of a picture in a vacation magazine. When I arrived at my hotel room, there were gift bags one the bed! Feeling like a little child on Christmas, I opened them all up and found flowy dresses, bright bikinis, and lovely perfumes from many famous designers I recognized. When I called Angela that night she said it was pretty common for the Houses to throw products at new models that show a lot of promise. That was the extent of the exotics.

My mind that easily handles Professor Binns dreadfully dull lectures is exhausted. In the past week I had spent hours in swively chairs in front of mirrors hearing grumbling from the hairstylists as my brunette locks refused all their attempts to straighten it, and commands from the make-up artists "look up, look at my knee, stop squinting, and for goodness sake, stop squirming!" And they weren't even the worst! I was treated like no more than a coat hanger; they didn't expect me to talk, in fact, they themselves talked as if I wasn't even there. The editors at the computers reviewing shots as they were taken made little comments that I couldn't help but hearing. "Oh, look at that pointy toe- that'll need to be fixed." "Hmmm...not nearly enough definition on the hip bone, stomachs sticking out too." "Ugh, flyaways galore on this girl." All as they click away at their photo editing software, in attempts to make me beautiful. I can't pretend that their comments didn't sting, even a bit.

Sitting in the exact same seat I was a week ago I look down at my stomach, it looks flat to me. Peeking around the plane, it appears that everyone is asleep or glued to their laptops so I quietly take "Hogwarts, A History." out of my carry one to distract myself.

"Ah, so your one of them." a wry voice interrupts me after I'd been reading awile. Startled, I didn't even hear Delia approach. I tilt my head to the side in confusion. She knows about Hogwarts?

"Yes, I know about your little school Magical 'Mi- your not the first and certainly won't be the last. Just last year Miss Pansy Parkinson's two year contract with us expired. Though for some bizarre reason she turned down the generous opportunity to to renew it...' Delia trails off, lost in thought 'In any case, I should have guessed earlier, from your inability to work during the school year, or even provide us an address of your school. It answers the question as to why you hadn't been discovered before I found you, working in that cafe," scrunching her nose in distaste at my previous place of employment.

"We have had many from Beaubaton, and even a few girls from Durmstrang. The foreign look was very in last year," she informs me. "This year the innocent and inexperienced are the next best thing!" And she turns to go, leaving me feel slightly insulted without knowing how.

When I get home, I plaster a smile on my face before walking in the door. I don't want to explain to my parents my dislike of the world I had so innocently thrown myself into. It's not all bad, I reason, it is fun being all dressed up and feeling pretty, and enjoying the sun, and getting new clothes. More importantly, I got paid £4,000! The money is so crucial to my family I can't afford to turn down such an exorbant salary, and while Delia and the Agency took a percentage of it, I am still left with a hefty sum.

"Hello, I'm home!" I call up the stairs.

Mum and Dad come rushing down to see me, Mums face shining with excitement.

"Well, how was it?" she asks, smiling impatiently.

"I had a lot of fun!' trying not to make my enthusiasm seem forced. 'Designers sent me clothes while I was there, mum, you'll have to see them- they are to die for!" I say with a grin, pointedly looking at a suitcase that wasn't with me when I left. I know that this is what she will be most interested to hear, I have often told her that her addiction to cute shoes is unhealthy.

She squeals with delight and looks at me for permission, upon receiving my bemused smiling nod, she grabs the suitcase to bring it upstairs and see what I got.

Dad comes close and pulls me into a hug. "It's good to have you back, sweetie."

"It's good to be back," I sigh with relief.

"We got the check yesterday. Thank you." He says softly, and turns away heading for the kitchen. I know that this is hard for him, allowing me to help support the family. He feels ashamed when he can't provide for us.

I trudge up the stairs to my room, finding it just the same as I left it. It is organized, relatively small but filled with books. The two average sized bookcases are not remotely big enough to hold them all. There are books stacked on the radiator, on the windowsill, under my bed, on top of the dressers, and on nearly every free surface except my desk. I plop down in my desk chair and find a letter with Hermione scratched on the front.

Hermione,
Hope you're having a good summer- not worrying yourself to much over the school work that hasn't been assigned yet are you? I was wondering if you wanted to come to the Burrow for the rest of the summer, Harry is coming too and we haven't seen each other in ages. Fred and George are driving me mad, please come and use some of your perfected prefect authority on them before we all go insane!
Owl back soon,
Ron

I grit my teeth, Delia is having me work most all of the summer, so as much as summer at the Burrow with my friends sounds appealing I know I have to turn it down. Grabbing a spare piece of parchment I scrawl out

Ron,
How has your summer been? It's looking like I'm not going to be able to make it to the Burrow this summer. I want to spend some time with my family, traveling and such, before our last year at Hogwarts. Perhaps we can meet in Diagon Alley before school starts?
Hermione

I send my letter out with our tawny barn owl, and lay back on my light purple bed spread. I don't tell him about my new job.

AN: Another chapter down! I've decided I will do one more chapter, and it will do with modeling stuff (shows etc.) and then it will be time to head to Hogwarts!
But, I need your help! I am completely drawing a blank about what passwords for dormitories should be...any ideas? Drop a review and let me know!