Thanks for the reviews/favorites/alerts! I really appreciate it! Next up, Victoire.

ii. this life is only semi-charmed

They say her life is charmed, that she has everything going right for her. That she's perfectperfectperfect.

She has long blonde hair and these bright blue eyes and her waist is thin (but not too thin).

She's Head Girl, and second in her class.

She has every boy wrapped around her finger.

She a Weasley for crying out loud! Her life must be fantastic, right? (right?)

They say they know her, they say she's perfect,

But they don't know a n y t h i n g.

They have no clue how it was, to be the first Weasley of her generation and not to be sorted into Gryffindor. Ravenclaw is a nice house too, her parents assured but she couldn't help but miss the slight disappointment in her father's eyes.

They have no clue how Dominique practically loathes her and she doesn't have a damned clue why. How everytime she looks at her, her eyes are filled with disgust, annoyance and a myriad of other things Victoire just can't figure out.

They tell her how adorable it is that she's going out with the same person she has been best friends with her whole life. But she knows she's not his best friend anymore (because it's Lily freakin' Potter who has him wrapped around her finger)

And she knows that Teddy Lupin is not the person she loves either.

(but he is the next best thing so she deals.)

They have no clue about the temper she has. And how one of these days everything is just going to burst out of this carefully constructed dam.

(and three people people in particular better build their arcs now)

These people say she's got it made and so yeah, she has some good things going for her,

But there are things that even out the good so let's just say this life is only semi-charmed.

Because it's impossible to be perfect. Another really short piece, sorry about that.

P.S: Do you spell it blonde or blond? I'm trying to convince my friend it can be spelled either way but she doesn't want to believe me. (Though of course, I could be mistaken)