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Does anybody understand?
I went to school ready for adventure, to learn what I didn't and pass. I walked down the hallways in my silk robes and that's when I heard it. The snickering. The sneers. The laughs. I tried to smile and keep my head up. I knew that they were talking about me, but I didn't show it. Then we went to our first class. We had to name a creature. Some one said werewolves, another vampires, and then one pointed at me and said veela. I almost stood up and told him that I was only one fourth veela and wasn't truly a veela. I didn't. Somewhere inside me I knew that even if I told them they wouldn't care. I was veela, some monster they learned about in class. I wasn't fit to be in that class.
Does anybody listen?
I was talking to one of the few friends I had made in school. She smiled at me as I explained how one of the teachers explained about veela more in depth.
"Hey Fleur, was your dad a veela too?" Some boy sneered. I dropped my head. There was no such thing as male veela, but there were ways that full veela could use to reproduce.
"No, I'm only one fourth veela." I told him.
"That's what she says." One girl said glaring at me. I dropped my head. My friend patted my hand.
"I know Fleur, it's hard being full veela, and I can see why you want to say you're only one fourth." I stared at her shocked. Didn't she just hear what I said?
Does anybody care?
Year after year, boy after boy, they came and went, and I stayed the same. I was still the pretty silver haired girl that came to class every day. I was still the victim of taunts and jeers. If anyone spoke to me it was my instinct to flinch. They didn't speak to me unless they were picking on me. They had no heart and all they wanted was to prove that they were better then me. I know the teachers heard it all, but they didn't act or do anything. They stood there and watched it day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year. They didn't say anything when I begged them to stop, when I begged them to explain. Why didn't they care, why couldn't they listen, why couldn't they understand?
I'm only one fourth different.
A small silver haired girl ran to her mother's side in tears.
"Fleur, Fleur, what's wrong?" the woman asked the little girl. She sniffled some more then looked at her mother with bright eyes.
"Mother, am I a monster?" the little girl asked. Her mother looked horrified. Her mother pressed her daughter close and shook her head, but there were tears on her mother's face.
"Who told you that?" she asked.
"The boys across the street said that I wasn't human, that I was a monster."
"No, honey, you're not." The woman said reassuring her daughter.
"You're not a monster, you're just different. You're one fourth veela, you're only one fourth different." Her mother told her.
We both are.
"Fleur, Fleur, the boys across the street said we were monsters." A little girl, not very much unlike Fleur had been, ran up to her big sister.
"No Gabrielle, you are only different, one fourth different. We both are." Fleur told her little sister. And though she didn't cry, she was very upset.
A/N: Okay that's all. Kinda inspired by that fact she's only one fourth veela, but everyone seems to think she's full veela.
Does anybody understand?
I went to school ready for adventure, to learn what I didn't and pass. I walked down the hallways in my silk robes and that's when I heard it. The snickering. The sneers. The laughs. I tried to smile and keep my head up. I knew that they were talking about me, but I didn't show it. Then we went to our first class. We had to name a creature. Some one said werewolves, another vampires, and then one pointed at me and said veela. I almost stood up and told him that I was only one fourth veela and wasn't truly a veela. I didn't. Somewhere inside me I knew that even if I told them they wouldn't care. I was veela, some monster they learned about in class. I wasn't fit to be in that class.
Does anybody listen?
I was talking to one of the few friends I had made in school. She smiled at me as I explained how one of the teachers explained about veela more in depth.
"Hey Fleur, was your dad a veela too?" Some boy sneered. I dropped my head. There was no such thing as male veela, but there were ways that full veela could use to reproduce.
"No, I'm only one fourth veela." I told him.
"That's what she says." One girl said glaring at me. I dropped my head. My friend patted my hand.
"I know Fleur, it's hard being full veela, and I can see why you want to say you're only one fourth." I stared at her shocked. Didn't she just hear what I said?
Does anybody care?
Year after year, boy after boy, they came and went, and I stayed the same. I was still the pretty silver haired girl that came to class every day. I was still the victim of taunts and jeers. If anyone spoke to me it was my instinct to flinch. They didn't speak to me unless they were picking on me. They had no heart and all they wanted was to prove that they were better then me. I know the teachers heard it all, but they didn't act or do anything. They stood there and watched it day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year. They didn't say anything when I begged them to stop, when I begged them to explain. Why didn't they care, why couldn't they listen, why couldn't they understand?
I'm only one fourth different.
A small silver haired girl ran to her mother's side in tears.
"Fleur, Fleur, what's wrong?" the woman asked the little girl. She sniffled some more then looked at her mother with bright eyes.
"Mother, am I a monster?" the little girl asked. Her mother looked horrified. Her mother pressed her daughter close and shook her head, but there were tears on her mother's face.
"Who told you that?" she asked.
"The boys across the street said that I wasn't human, that I was a monster."
"No, honey, you're not." The woman said reassuring her daughter.
"You're not a monster, you're just different. You're one fourth veela, you're only one fourth different." Her mother told her.
We both are.
"Fleur, Fleur, the boys across the street said we were monsters." A little girl, not very much unlike Fleur had been, ran up to her big sister.
"No Gabrielle, you are only different, one fourth different. We both are." Fleur told her little sister. And though she didn't cry, she was very upset.
A/N: Okay that's all. Kinda inspired by that fact she's only one fourth veela, but everyone seems to think she's full veela.