At Beauxbatons Fleur learned many things. Not just magic and etiquette. She learned how to make men fall at her feet. Lessons in everything. Just like her mother told her. What makes a beautiful and smart woman different from any other woman is that people look at her and all they see is beauty. Then that woman who is not only beautiful but also smart can fuck your life up. But, at Beauxbatons Fleur learned not to curse. So all people saw when they met Fleur was beauty and manners. That was it.

And no one ever knew what Fleur really thought. What she really wanted.

All those girls that were envious. Would they really be so envious when they found out what hatred Fleur grew up in? Would they want to be as beautiful and perfect as Fleur if they knew?

They would not.

It was a fact Fleur randomly knew. She had no friends to testify and such she stayed quiet.

Everyone could think the thoughts they wanted to think.

It was strange how quickly people thought the worst of everyone. Most importantly the successful.

Society brought them down into the depths. And only the ruthless survived.

Fleur learned to be ruthless. Not at Beauxbatons though. In life. All the hatred she had experienced as a child had not made her spiteful and hateful. It had made her ruthless. A cold blooded killer.

Yet Fleur never killed. It was a different type of murder. One where no one truly died, but was destroyed inside. Fleur perfected that art at Beaxbatons.

Every boy wanted her and every girl hated her. And Fleur learned to be ruthless to survive.

Because no one truly could love a Veela for their personality. Only Veela loved Veela for personality. Everyone else enjoyed the looks.

And when Gabrielle went to Beaxbatons Fleur made sure that he would not have to go through the same pain as her. Whoever laughed at Gabrielle Delacour met the talons of Fleur Delacour.

And that was the truth. Beautiful and polite. Sometimes talons, claws and fangs. But inside, ruthless, kind, loving. Not to all, to those whom she loved. And not just any love, a Veela love.

And that is how the world worked. People saw you and judged you and thought that you were the same inside. But your weren't, even though everyone thought so. And no one tried to get closer. To understand you.

And that is something Fleur learned at Beauxbatons.

But not everyone is like that. Some people are not shallow and see only looks. Some people see looks and think there has to be something more. More than that silver hair and perfect face. More than beauty and perfection. More than manners and etiquette. More than a Veela. There weren't many people like that. Only a few. Most people saw a pretty face and thought that the owner the face was shallow. Even if the owner wasn't. Even if the person who thought that way was shallow themselves. But, not everyone was like that.

And that is something Fleur learned at Hogwarts.