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Antoinette scowled slightly, examining the notebook that her grandfather had given her, along with an elegant grey and gold quill, and an assortment of inks. A part of her sixteenth birthday present. This was his plan, to give her a new hobby that was both creative and academic. Writing. Antoinette had spent too much time flirting, and she needed to hone in on her studies. But she needed something else to do, something that would compliment her studies nicely. Thus, Emery had suggested writing. Antoinette wasn't too bad at writing essays. Charms, of course, was her favourite subject, but there weren't many subjects that she couldn't perform well at. Indeed, she was disgustingly brilliant at just about everything. Except for Divination. She abhorred Divination. And she wasn't too good at Arithmancy. Antoinette had a head for words, not numbers. Another reason to write. She wanted to be Minister of Magic, though, just like her grandfather. Not some hack writer.
She knew that if she had stayed at Hogwarts, she'd be cramming for OWLs right now. However at Beauxbatons, the major exams were in sixth year, not fifth year, so she had an extra year of not pushing herself too hard. She worked, but no harder than she needed to to get good marks. Antoinette was smug, complacent. She remembered, she took things in, she was fine.
Lounging on her seat, she brushed her quill against her cheek, remembering back to last night. There was nothing that would stop her from flirting. Perhaps she wasn't as outrageous as she used to be, but she still enjoyed taking the opportunity to prey on helpless guys. Boys were so stupid. One coy, flirtatious glance from her and they were wrapped around her finger. Well, a majority, anyway. The ones that were harder to work for she much preferred. It gave her so much satisfaction to get the hard worked for looks, embraces, kisses. It wasn't nearly as much fun when they were easy. Then again, if they weren't interested at all...well, most of the time, they were just too young. Because really, she reasoned, who could resist her charms? She was beautiful and clever. 'Course, she had to work twice as hard to be beautiful than a lot of the girls there - there were a few girls who were part-Veela, and they got all the attention. Nothing going in the brains department, but they had all the looks and of course that was all that mattered. The best guys paid attention to her wit and intelligence, though, and they were the ones she would settle down and be in a relationship with. Later on, anyway. She was only sixteen, only a fifth year. She would see how things were when she turned eighteen and moved in to seventh year. For now, it was all a game.
A thought hit her - if it was a game, Antoinette surely was not the only girl out there playing it. She had made a name for herself at Beauxbatons, but what was to say there weren't girls at the other wizarding schools looking for romance? Or maybe a harmless fling? There were plenty of girls out there who had not a clue what to do. Violet, for instance. Sure, she was no doubt dating that Aries guy now, but she was utterly hopeless. She had been sighing over some letters he had sent her. She could have had him in the palm of her hand - well, she did, really, but she didn't know how to exert her feminine ways. Sad, really.
A smile stretched across Antoinette's face. She knew exactly what to write about. And for the first time in her life, she was not doing something for her own benefit. Okay, maybe she was. After all, if she could get this published, she'd be famous. A sixteen year old, writing a self-help guide for the benefits of witches everywhere. She could just imagine the publicity. Unconsciously, she tossed her blonde hair back and smiled, a smile that seemed to contain all the knowledge in the universe. But no, the real reason she wanted to do this was for the benefit of witches everywhere. Oddly enough, that made Antoinette feel good about herself. She dipped her plain quill in the black ink, and began to write on some scrap parchment. She'd use the beautiful quill, ink and book when she was ready to write a full draft.
She knew that if she had stayed at Hogwarts, she'd be cramming for OWLs right now. However at Beauxbatons, the major exams were in sixth year, not fifth year, so she had an extra year of not pushing herself too hard. She worked, but no harder than she needed to to get good marks. Antoinette was smug, complacent. She remembered, she took things in, she was fine.
Lounging on her seat, she brushed her quill against her cheek, remembering back to last night. There was nothing that would stop her from flirting. Perhaps she wasn't as outrageous as she used to be, but she still enjoyed taking the opportunity to prey on helpless guys. Boys were so stupid. One coy, flirtatious glance from her and they were wrapped around her finger. Well, a majority, anyway. The ones that were harder to work for she much preferred. It gave her so much satisfaction to get the hard worked for looks, embraces, kisses. It wasn't nearly as much fun when they were easy. Then again, if they weren't interested at all...well, most of the time, they were just too young. Because really, she reasoned, who could resist her charms? She was beautiful and clever. 'Course, she had to work twice as hard to be beautiful than a lot of the girls there - there were a few girls who were part-Veela, and they got all the attention. Nothing going in the brains department, but they had all the looks and of course that was all that mattered. The best guys paid attention to her wit and intelligence, though, and they were the ones she would settle down and be in a relationship with. Later on, anyway. She was only sixteen, only a fifth year. She would see how things were when she turned eighteen and moved in to seventh year. For now, it was all a game.
A thought hit her - if it was a game, Antoinette surely was not the only girl out there playing it. She had made a name for herself at Beauxbatons, but what was to say there weren't girls at the other wizarding schools looking for romance? Or maybe a harmless fling? There were plenty of girls out there who had not a clue what to do. Violet, for instance. Sure, she was no doubt dating that Aries guy now, but she was utterly hopeless. She had been sighing over some letters he had sent her. She could have had him in the palm of her hand - well, she did, really, but she didn't know how to exert her feminine ways. Sad, really.
A smile stretched across Antoinette's face. She knew exactly what to write about. And for the first time in her life, she was not doing something for her own benefit. Okay, maybe she was. After all, if she could get this published, she'd be famous. A sixteen year old, writing a self-help guide for the benefits of witches everywhere. She could just imagine the publicity. Unconsciously, she tossed her blonde hair back and smiled, a smile that seemed to contain all the knowledge in the universe. But no, the real reason she wanted to do this was for the benefit of witches everywhere. Oddly enough, that made Antoinette feel good about herself. She dipped her plain quill in the black ink, and began to write on some scrap parchment. She'd use the beautiful quill, ink and book when she was ready to write a full draft.
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