"Oh, thank gods," she mutters, sneaking behind a tall shrubbery, out of the line of sight of the chaperones and the press, to take a deep breath. This dress is insufferably tight, and she has felt more glares at the back of her head in the past hour than in seven years of school.
What is wrong with the women in this school? Who has hurt them so - who has been so terrible that they have become accustomed to being such...little bitches to other women? It's sad and it's disappointing, and Fleur is very tired already.
She has a packet of cigarettes in the pocket of her dress, which she spells back up to normal size, and with a low level Incendio, one is lit and she takes a deep drag. Thank gods Gabrielle isn't here, the little love. She would likely lecture Fleur about how bad these are for her health.
"But better for my nerves," she mutters to herself, and with a dry laugh takes another drag.
10. i made her to play f/f and thats what imma do
What is wrong with the women in this school? Who has hurt them so - who has been so terrible that they have become accustomed to being such...little bitches to other women? It's sad and it's disappointing, and Fleur is very tired already.
She has a packet of cigarettes in the pocket of her dress, which she spells back up to normal size, and with a low level Incendio, one is lit and she takes a deep drag. Thank gods Gabrielle isn't here, the little love. She would likely lecture Fleur about how bad these are for her health.
"But better for my nerves," she mutters to herself, and with a dry laugh takes another drag.