I’ve always been popular. Every since my first year at Beauxbatons everyone loved me, and Madame Maxime worshipped me. I have it all – looks, friends, quite a following, admirers, fashion sense, my mum actual works in the fashion industry, I’m fluent in French, English, and Italian, I know some very influential people, my sister was one of the four triwizard champions six years ago, and I’m part veela.
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We’re soarin’, flyin’
There’s not a star in heaven
That we can’t reach
If we’re trying
So we’re breaking free
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You know the world can see us
In a way that’s different than who we are
Oh yes, I’m part veela. My grandmother’s the lovely source. She’s also given a hair for the core of my wand. Just like she did for Fleur.
Fleur and I look the same in every sense. We are both tall, thin, empowering, beautiful, blue-eyed, silver-blond haired, fair skinned, and can turn on the old charm whenever we wish…
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Creating space between us
‘Til we’re separate hearts
But your faith it gives me strength
Strength to believe
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I was nine when Fleur participated in the Triwizard Tournament. I didn’t get to go visit her and watch her until the second task, and even then I wasn’t really watching I was just knocked out, literally. Deep underwater in that eerie Black Lake with the merpeople and gindylows and such. And Fleur couldn’t even save me! Harry Potter did!
Did I mention that I idolize Harry Potter? I’ve seen him a few times – the tournament, Bill and Fleur’s wedding, two family reunions, and one Christmas… That’s five times!!! He’s so brave and strong and… Oh!
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We’re breakin’ free
We’re soarin’
Flyin’
There’s not a star in heaven
That we can’t reach
If we’re trying
Yeah, we’re breaking free
Oh, we’re breakin’ free
Ohhhh
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Anyway, I went to Beauxbatons when I was eleven obviously. Madame Maxime favored me immediately because I was Fleur’s sister. I was extremely popular off-the-bat because I was part veela… I had a boyfriend by third year, a fan club, a group of “followers”, a huge wardrobe, make-up and jewelry galore – did I mention I act like a total snob?
Well, I have always gotten everything I want… I am naturally gorgeous (not exaggerating here, or being vain), and my parents give me anything and everything I want whenever and wherever I want – no matter what the price or if I deserve it (which I usually don’t).
I’ve even gotten wonderful grades without trying very hard. Actually – excellent grades. I’ll sit my first exams next year and my final exams the year after. The only class I don’t like is divination – I like all the others and have to use a time turner to get to all my classes…
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Can you feel it building
Like a wave the ocean just can’t control
Connected by a feeling
Ohhh, in our very souls
Rising ‘til it lifts us up
So every one can see
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I only have two REAL best friends – Claire and Sarah. They’re sort of like me, popular, but different on the inside.
We have our catfights with the other girls, steal boyfriends, insult looks, and always end up on top.
I have to admit, I am somewhat embarrassed with myself over what I’ve done at school because of my popularity. It’s not like I’m not a good student – I’m at the top of my class – but I haven’t been the nicest person.
I’ve had about a dozen boyfriends, and all the boys at school drool over me. I won’t deny that I’ve used the old family charm multiple times just to see the effect it would have and to watch the boys trip over me.
I HAVE enjoyed being the center of attention.
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We’re breakin’ free
We’re soarin’
Flyin’
There’s not a star in heaven
That we can’t reach
If we’re trying
Yeah we’re breaking free
Ohhhh runnin’
Climbin’
To get to that place
To be all that we can be
Now’s the time
So we’re breaking free
We’re breaking free
Ohhh, yeah
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But I hate hearing boys talking about how hot and sexy I am – like I’m a dumb bimbo or something – because I’m not! That wasn’t my goal when I snagged their attention in the first place!
And my blood boils when girls gossip about how I manipulate boys and steal boyfriends using my veela “magic”, just to be vile and cruel, and because I can. Well, part of that is true – but not all of it! And I hate it when they gossip about me when they know I can hear!
The other side of me, the side only Claire and Sarah know, is the shy, studious side. The side that isn’t outgoing and “look at me! look at me!” like. The side that wants to hide away and tell people to look somewhere else. The side that wants to just read and study; enjoy nature and life with heads turned gratefully another way…
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More than hope
More than faith
This is true
This is fate
And together
We see it comin’
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I need to break away from the stereotype that has been assigned to me by my classmates, the rope that ties me to the ground, to a certain life...
Someday I’m going to have to just bring out a book and read outside on the beach where everyone can see me. Then that side of me will be exposed.
I want them to all know that other side. The kind, loving side – the side of me that isn’t catty and wears fashionable, but comfortable and relaxing clothes…
It’s my fifth year. Almost fifth year of showing only part of me – when am I going to do it? After all, this second war has been going on for six years, it has to end sometime, and I might not last through it. I might not make it through the end to show my true colors.
Maybe right now would be the perfect time to go read by the beach… It’s a Saturday, warm; I’ve got a comfortable skirt, top, and sandals on…
Claire and Sarah and in the dorms, I should go get them and Le fantôme de l'opéra – the book I am currently reading…
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More than you
More than me
Not a want, but a need
Both of us breakin’ free
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Okay, here goes… Book out, sitting in relaxed posed… Catching some attention? No?
Maybe if I walk along the beach with my nose in the book – I actually do love this book! Oh – here come Gerôme, my boyfriend, I guess everyone is going to know now…
How do I feel? Nervous? Excited? Both!
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Soarin’
Flyin’
There’s not a star in heaven
That we can’t reach
If we’re trying
Yeah we’re breaking free
Breaking free
Were runnin’
Ohhhh, climbin’
To get to the place
To be all that we can be
Now’s the time
Now’s the time
So we’re breaking free
Ohhh, we’re breaking free
Ohhhh
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He already knew! But everyone else was shocked – now I’m going to be the gossip of the school, in a new light…
But I’m so happy because Gerôme saw me for the real Gabrielle Delacour from the start!!!
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You know the world can see us
In a way that’s different than who we are
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~C’est fini~
A/N: Please review! Tell me if there are grammatical errors, what I could do to improve it, etc.! But please don't tell me it's stupid... Because I already know that... Thanks! This was just an impulse I had while listening to the song, obviously... :) You know, everyone has to love "Breaking Free"! love, glPiItTtAer
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