A/N: Written for the Pairing Set Bootcamp challenge, 38. Louis/OC and for the Freeverse Frenzie competition, poem 130.
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40. Such a Rare Thing
He was such a rare thing
that no-one could bear to look at him
save family
So with family he made do.
He had a large one anyway:
his French Veela cousins
from his mother's side; the red-haired
(though new blood had changed that a bit)
from his father's
(who admittedly weren't as good as his mother's side
in resisting him, but they were family and did their best)
And each of them a different bundle of life
that added a puzzle to his life
But he was still missing someone,
especially when everyone grew up
and married, and the family grew even more
Until there was, finally, a girl he didn't know
who looked him in the eye
And he chased her four flights of stairs
before she heard him ask her name.