Victoire Weasley was beautiful. There was no denying this; to say she wasn't beautiful would be like saying Lily wasn't troublesome, or Roxanne wasn't a good Quidditch player. Her beauty was simply part of her.
She saw the way Lorcan Scamander, eight years her junior, looked at her. When he was twelve, it was simply a little boy's crush; however, it was getting annoying when he turned sixteen and still liked her.
Admittedly, she strung him along. She glanced at him often, she flirted with him (but then, she flirted with practically everyone) and she found ways to touch his arm or his shoulder at every opportunity. It was fun to hold that sort of power over him.
It wasn't so fun for Lorcan.
