The Pretty One—
If there was one thing you noticed about Victoire Weasley it was that she was beautiful. She had inherited her mother's good looks; looking exactly like the one eighth veela everyone knew her to be. Her long blond hair hung straight down to her waist, her blue eyes shone with the kind of happiness that all the galleons in the world couldn't buy, her posture was stick-straight and always proper, and her delicate laugh made the world want to laugh along with her.
She certainly got enough attention from the boys at school. She never had to carry her bag from class to class, and there was always a constant stream of suitors for the Hogsmeade weekends. They admire her for her wit and her charm and the way she can talk her way out of any situation.
But sometimes her mouth just can't stop talking. It's like she has that muggle disease where she can't control the things that come out of her mouth. And the things that she's thinking aren't always pretty.
She's lost count of the countless times she's told Dom that she's not as pretty as her, told Louis that he's not as smart as her, sent a girl crying to the bathroom because she called her an imbecile.
She's pretty but she says nasty things.
Her family and friends still love her, but they're getting tired of it. They want her to grow up and stop acting like a child. To stop being so mean.
So the boys think she's pretty, but the girls think she's mean.
She thinks she looks pretty but acts ugly. So when everyone compliments her she smiles and thanks them but she knows deep down inside that it's all a lie. She's really ugly on the inside.
A/N: The next installment! :)
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