Gabrielle: Hair
At times, Gabrielle hated her hair. No, not just her hair – her looks entirely. Nine times out of ten, she cursed her veela blood.
Yes, it was nice at times that Gabrielle – at only thirteen - was always an object of male attention. It was sometimes pleasant how all she had to do was bat her eyelashes innocently to get something done for her. But…it caused problems. Ones her maman and Fleur didn't seem to notice. The rude comments – the heated glares – the solitude and lack of 'real friends'. It didn't seem worth it.
Raising the scissors, grinning, she cut.
I like this side of Gabrielle...she's really an underwritten character in the books. Teenage rebellion, much?
Thanks to all reviewers! Next chapter will be Molly!