AN: We still do not own Harry Potter.

Act II; February

Turn around, there's those eyes again
Turn around, fake indifference and I
Watch their cold, dark silhouettes disappear
Roses - Meg & Dia

On Valentine's Day, the Great Hall watches them speak –
Enter fair Victoire, and dull Dominique;

It's okay to not have roses - you are just eleven now! There's no need to rush.

Oh really. Then who wrote a ten-page letter back home in her first year, blabbing about how many roses she got from boys, all from different years?

That's nonsense! You know I write to the family only once a month, and I wouldn't spend so much time and energy on describes things that do not matter.

Fine. Then what about the three dozens of roses you sent back home, since there's not enough room in your dorm? "Dom dearest, put those in your room to clear your aura; you need to prepare –"

Please stop Dominique. The point is, it's fine and normal to not be sent roses. And it's imprudent of you to speak in such an impolite, ill-mannered way towards your own sister. Have more respect, please.

You've never thought of me as your sister anyway. I'm never, ever good enough.

It's true, Weasley! Why would Vicky want you as a sister?

I did not imply that in any way -

Yes, but it's true, isn't it? I'm wicked and rude and not even girly-whirly, so how could I ever be the sister of perfect Victoire?

Dom -

Oh yeah – I've forgotten how little miss Vicky Weasley can be right about everything because she's pretty and clever, and how wrong Dom Weasley must be, cos' she's not as nice or as smarty-pants as her sister –

As if it's my fault to be born with such attributes, or that these qualities are unwanted and disliked by all. Dom, there's no need to be jealous; my life is not exactly a bed of roses, you must understand –

I'm not jealous! I am who I am, even if I'm lazy, or ugly, or stupid, or useless.

You are not all of the things.

I know. But you, nor anyone here, seems to think so. It's okay to be hated because I am me, isn't it?

Dom –

Stop calling me Dom, Victoire Weasley. I've had enough of all your bullshit.

Dominique Weasley –

Dim Dominique leaves, almost in tears;
Her sister shrugs, the world cheers,
Except for a young man who was silent
Throughout the affair Valentine violent.
Thus ends Act II, but not this tale –
Love will be lost, and justice prevail.