Title: cinderella girl

Characters: Victoire and Rose Weasley.

Notes: Breathe, Cassidy, breathe. I love this Rose - it's one you never see, but I'm milking it for all it's worth. She's got her mother's brains, sure, but she's still Ron Weasley's daughter. I really hope whoever's reading this is enjoying it, and thank you so much for doing so!


And here we begin

with little Rose

who ain't so little anymore.

We were always close,

weren't we, Rosie?

Even before makeup&shoes&handbags,

we spoke more than I did with Molly

or you did with Lily.

We were two-of-a-kind,

sparkle sparkle,

and princesses like us didn't get happy endings.

It's just princesses like me now,

isn't it?

.

We got out of their g-r-a-s-p,

Rosie,

before they could choke us

{{real life cinderella girls}}

But then little Hugo wormed his way in

(don't worry, Hugh, I haven't forgotten YOU)

and no,

I don't blame him,

but Rose, dear, don't you have any sense?

Then Scor crept into your heart,

like the snake he is,

babe,

and suddenly everything became a little more

c/o/m/p/l/i/c/a/t/e/d.

.

Don't be a f-o-o-l Rosie -

this family hunt down fear

like dogs.

Brace yourself, my dear,

for the fireworks...

After all, you want your name in lights,

but Cinderella,

don't you realise that when the clock strikes midnight,

those bulbs are going to blow out

just like the rest of us.

Fame isn't everything,

and I don't know who got that into you head -

I can guess -

but brace yourself, cousin.

Everything's about to change.

.

We always wondered if, in that Muggle fairy tale,

Cinderella felt a little bit sad

l.e.a.v.i.n.g.

(Of course she did, Rosie,

don't disillusion yourself;

it's not going to work this time).

We figured it was like being upset leaving Hell

because for a l-l-long time,

it was the only place she called home.

Home.

We're your home, aren't we?

We're family.

Blood.

That name in lights? It's my name too.

Cinderella ain't got nothing

on you, Rosie.