Who: Gabrielle, Fenrir When: November 28, Night Where: Fenrir's shack What: Gabrielle is fifteen. A teenage meltdown was inevitable. Rating: Low (?)
Gabrielle hadn't been doing well the last couple of weeks. It wasn't one thing that was eating away at her but rather a collection. She never expected to get out of here, not really. Still, it was becoming harder to accept that this was her life. Fenrir was a beast whether or not he was in his werewolf form. She thought she could get use to his disgusting habits but it was impossible. The way he came home covered in blood, the way it was still warm and sticky when he made her lay next to him. Sure, he never did anything like that but she couldn't take it any more. Then there were the chores. The demeaning tasks with people she never knew. They all had things in common. They knew the same people, they went to the same school. She wanted to speak in French, she wanted someone to talk about things that were familiar to her. Yes, it was selfish but why shouldn't she be selfish? Was it so much to wish for a friend? She had been in this country for months and she didn't have one person she could talk to. She didn't have one person she could trust with everything.
She didn't even have her sister. Her sister was busy. Her and her scarred up husband were working on a charm. Right. Working so hard she couldn't even drop her a message? So hard that he couldn't say we're fine but busy? No, she has to hear from a stranger. She was trapped as a slave with a monster and they didn't even talk to her. They were supposed to be her family! She wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for them! She hated Bill Weasley. She hated him for stealing her sister. She hated her for bringing them to this country where she was now trapped. He was horrible and selfish and he didn't even say he was sorry. She would never forgive him. He was as horrid as the beast that marked him.
Gabrielle stared at a spot on the wall, her eyes willing it to burn up in flames. She hated Bill. She hated Fleur. She hated England. She hated the stupid weather and the stupid people and the horrible accents and ---she screamed. She screamed at the top of her lungs then even harder when she realized no one would hear her. This stupid shack seemed to mock her and she couldn't take it anymore. She went to the kitchen, breaking a glass against the wall. She look down at her reflection in the glass and for a brief instant she could swear her eyes had shifted. She looked...veela. Gabrielle didn't even think as she went dish by dish, breaking everything she could touch to try and get it back. She went to the bedroom, ripping the stupid blanket from that stupid bed. She kicked tables and chairs, anything she could touch until she was breathing hard and her hands hurt. She wanted to turn veela, to sprout wings and shoot fire from her hands and burn this horrid place to the ground. No veela mixed with human could do so but maybe they didn't try hard enough. If she just wanted it badly enough--