There once was a girl.
She was sweet like a baby.
But you fucked her up.
Made her think she was crazy.
I'm that girl.
But I look different lately.
Cos now I'm a monster.
The monster you made me.
- Chloe Adams.
Magical Luck has changed, Magical Luck...
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You think you got the best of me Think you've had the last laugh Bet you think that everything good is gone Think you left me broken down Think that I'll come running back Baby, you don't know me, 'cause you're dead wrong
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When Rosalie walked around the halls, she saw the stupid badges with a picture of Cedric on a bright yellow background. As the badges spun to reveal her own face on a green background, emblazoned with the words "Potter Stinks," Rosalie rolled her eyes and kept moving, refusing to give anyone the satisfaction of a reaction. She straightened her shoulders, let out a slow breath, and continued down the corridor, determined not to let them see how much it bothered her.
"Cedric rules!" one kid cried in her face, his voice loud enough to turn heads in the hallway. She looked at him, noticing the mischievous grin spreading across his face. Her cheeks flushed with annoyance, but she refused to look away, forcing herself to meet his gaze as the din of laughter and taunts echoed around her.
Rosalie flashed a smile and let out a light laugh, moving on and leaving the others in stunned silence, their shock palpable in the corridor. They wondered why she didn't bother to defend herself, but outward composure hid the tempest churning within. Though she appeared unbothered, Rosalie's anger simmered beneath the surface—she refused to show weakness, letting the taunts roll off her as she quietly plotted her response. Each step she took was measured, her mind already racing with thoughts of retribution and which of her tormentors might face her wrath first.
Rosalie reached a doorway, where two pupils blocked her path. "Like the badge?" one of them asks her, holding his chin high, a smirk playing at the edges of his mouth.
She didn't miss the challenge in his tone. Rosalie's jaw tightened, but she managed a sharp grin. "Excuse me," she says, voice cool and steady as she briskly pushes past them. One of the boys stumbled slightly, their laughter faltering as Rosalie's determined stride left them behind.
Her pulse hammered as she scanned the corridor, searching for Cedric. Spotting him among his friends, Rosalie drew a calming breath and approached. Cedric's friends tossed more insults her way, their voices echoing in the hall, but Rosalie pressed on. She kept her gaze forward, refusing to let their jeers slow her resolve even as irritation prickled beneath her composure.
