There is going to be a note at the bottom.
Quick note: I don't know how to do a French accent and I will not fool myself into trying. There will probably be more ranting of this at the bottom.
I am not all that familiar with book four, I don't own my own copy so I am going to wing it all off my great memory.
Disclaimer: Does not belong to me. I will not even pretend for a moment that these characters belong to me, if they did... Lets just say that, there would be a lot of changes to the story.
Chapter one. (Fleur Point of view)
It's like this, it always like this. I arrived at this school; Hagwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry an English wizardry's school. And all the boys are flaunting all over me like there is no tomorrow. People would think that I desire all these looks and glances. They only gawk at me because I happen to be quarter Veela, sometimes I wish that I wasn't, so I could at least walk around this new school of mine in a normal fashion; without hundreds of adoring fans. For once I wish that someone would be disgusted by me, hate me, love me for who I am. Though over the years I've turned into, what someone would call me 'A Snobby Ice Queen'. Though I don't like the name that much, it's better than to be accosted on a regular bases by slobbering Neanderthal wanting to only shag me.
I only have a few close friends and my young sister Gabrielle; I'm glade that the school let me bring her with me. (I'm just going to say that they let her bring her sister, I don't remember how that Gabrielle came to be in the story.) Provided that she keeps up with her studies, which I assured Madame Maxime that I would help her in all her studies. Though Gabrielle is a very smart girl and I doubt that she would need my help.
I am sitting at our welcoming feast. I swear that all English people would be fat if they ate all this food all the time. I am sitting currently at the Ravenclaw next to a Cho Chang. I am trying to get to know the school better though her, she has a lot of information; about the students, teacher, ghost, and the hallways. She tells me of the school hero Harry Potter and his closest friends; Hermione and Ronald. I glance over at the table, they seem to be bickering about something, I have to get closer to hear what could they could have such a squabble amongst friends. So I made a lame excuse that I wanted some of their food, hoping for the chance that I would over hear what they were saying. And for a moment I thought that the one called Hermione was telling young Ronald something along the lines that looks are not everything and that true beauty is on the inside. Though her speech is beautiful and I would have like to stay there, but Mr. Ronald seemed to be staring me down, and it seems like Hermione is not enjoying the attention that I am getting from him. Though what I see in her eye's is a bit more that disgust, I see a little amusement in them too. Though I don't like to discriminate through sex, I consider my self what you would call bi; though I like the touch of a female better over a mans. Though this girl seems to be interesting and seems worth the time to get to know. I go back to my table with the food in hand, and what you would call a devilish smirk plastered on my face. I have a devious plot, and I will make this one come true, if it costs me everything and all the will power that I have.
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I know it's short, it's just a quick start up and background info and what not.
I decided to name this 'Pink Triangle' After a Weezer song. Wow it's been awhile since I wrote a story.. I feel a bit rusty. So, how do you all like it, hate it.. Is it a little repetitive? I know that a lot of people would have written Fleur with a French accent, though I can't do that.. I don't know that much about the French language to do that. I'm on the Fifth book right now. Though I know that there is know Fleur in this book.. Though I don't know if this is going to follow the books exactly. I haven't really decided. Though they are going to be as close as possible. I plan on it starting in a faster tempo next chapter with actual conversation, I like third person better. I might keep with first and third, though I would say when I am going to switch around.