Nathalie Blanchard
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Nathalie wasn't just a regular girl. Rather, she was special. A real lady and beautiful one at that. One wouldn't even realize that she was French if she hadn't the name Nathalie or had the beautiful eyes and skins of a European.
Speaking of those eyes, one couldn't believe how amazing they looked. Crystal green like the meadow on spring. She is beautiful, she had money, and her personality was amazing. Yet, she had always wanted more...to be liked more, to have more friends, for life to be more exciting. It was just always that way. She never bothered to ask herself why. She never took the time to stop and examine the reasons behind her needs. It had never been something she gave much if any thought about and really why would she? It was just something that had been...something that was apart of who she was. She never wanted normality. She had always wanted things over the top... the extraordinary...to be different but not strange to stand out from the crowd but not to be ostracized. She always felt this uncontrollable need to be more then what she was inside. To be separate from the rest without being weird and she had never once questioned her feelings until now.
As she stood on the edge of what seemed like nothing and everything at once that's all she could do. The rain hitting the top of her head, soaking her hair and running down onto her pale cheeks she felt herself at a lost... for the first time ever
"You can't give us what we need..."
Her father's words echoed in her ears and pounded on her heart as relentlessly as the torrential rain around her. Her tears... real tears...not those superficial ones that she shed on an everyday basis when something didn't go her way, or when she got stuck after school on a detention! This was pain... an ache inside her chest traveling throughout her entire body. It was real...and she was confused.
She couldn't give them what they needed but couldn't they see? Didn't they understand that she had already given them everything that she can what more could there be?
Why?
Why would he say that? Why would he think that she wasn't enough? She had always wanted this... always wanted to please them.
Why?
Why did she? Why was she so enamored with the idea of being more than she is... having something different...
Without any answer to her question, Nathalie ran towards the gardens of Beauxbatons academy, careful so as to not let a soul see her, she cannot allow them to see her on that state. Wet from head to toe and eyes red from crying. No, she is a perfect lady and she can't risk to destroy that reputation of hers. With a very unstable run, she had finally arrived at the place, she chose to take shelter under the large elegant shed in the area, conjuring an air-dry charm. A charm that blows a rush of warm air from the castor's wand to dry herself. With a rather unladylike sigh, Nathalie sat one of the benches around her. She tries to think about what her father had told her, willing herself to just forget about it and to just apologize once her father had calmed down.
Speaking of those eyes, one couldn't believe how amazing they looked. Crystal green like the meadow on spring. She is beautiful, she had money, and her personality was amazing. Yet, she had always wanted more...to be liked more, to have more friends, for life to be more exciting. It was just always that way. She never bothered to ask herself why. She never took the time to stop and examine the reasons behind her needs. It had never been something she gave much if any thought about and really why would she? It was just something that had been...something that was apart of who she was. She never wanted normality. She had always wanted things over the top... the extraordinary...to be different but not strange to stand out from the crowd but not to be ostracized. She always felt this uncontrollable need to be more then what she was inside. To be separate from the rest without being weird and she had never once questioned her feelings until now.
As she stood on the edge of what seemed like nothing and everything at once that's all she could do. The rain hitting the top of her head, soaking her hair and running down onto her pale cheeks she felt herself at a lost... for the first time ever
"You can't give us what we need..."
Her father's words echoed in her ears and pounded on her heart as relentlessly as the torrential rain around her. Her tears... real tears...not those superficial ones that she shed on an everyday basis when something didn't go her way, or when she got stuck after school on a detention! This was pain... an ache inside her chest traveling throughout her entire body. It was real...and she was confused.
She couldn't give them what they needed but couldn't they see? Didn't they understand that she had already given them everything that she can what more could there be?
Why?
Why would he say that? Why would he think that she wasn't enough? She had always wanted this... always wanted to please them.
Why?
Why did she? Why was she so enamored with the idea of being more than she is... having something different...
Without any answer to her question, Nathalie ran towards the gardens of Beauxbatons academy, careful so as to not let a soul see her, she cannot allow them to see her on that state. Wet from head to toe and eyes red from crying. No, she is a perfect lady and she can't risk to destroy that reputation of hers. With a very unstable run, she had finally arrived at the place, she chose to take shelter under the large elegant shed in the area, conjuring an air-dry charm. A charm that blows a rush of warm air from the castor's wand to dry herself. With a rather unladylike sigh, Nathalie sat one of the benches around her. She tries to think about what her father had told her, willing herself to just forget about it and to just apologize once her father had calmed down.