The Ugly One *Charlie Weasley*

Intrigued

It's was Bill and Fleur Weasley's wedding and everyone was smiling. All around people were laughing or dancing. It was a beautiful occasion in a dark time.

Bill and Fleur were dancing happily amongst the crowd, the most beautiful couple there, most of the party surrounding them.

But if you looked in the corner, the one in the top left, there you could see a shy girl, or woman, standing alone. She looked to be eighteen but was in fact twenty-one. Everything about her seemed beautiful. She was the perfect height, her golden blonde locks in perfect ringlets that landed just under shoulders. Her pale blue one strapped dress matched her pale skin tone and figure perfectly. Her small hands held a champagne glass tightly, holding it close to her chest. Her eyes were a clear blue, and freckles dotted her nose and cheeks. Her lips were small pink and plump, her nose was in perfect proportion of her face. The only ruing her beauty was the large, gruesome looking scar that went from the top of her forehead on the right, and went down, through her eye and cut across her cheek, narrowly missing her lips, to the bottom of her chin. Her eye was perfectly fine, but the lid that covered it was not. It was not a very thick scar but the pink, red and black colouring of it gave it a bad look, and the beautiful young lady had become haunted by the questions and words and looks, almost as much as she did at the sight of it in the mirror.

The scar was the reason why she hid, away from the crowd. The ugliness of it contrasted with the beauty of the party. Even Bills scars weren't bad.

She watched her childhood best friend Fleur dance with her new husband, and she smiled. Happiness and excitement shone from the woman's eyes, but if you only looked closer you could see sadness and jealousy as she watched her best friend.

In the corner across from this one stood a gentleman aged about twenty-four. He was smiling, enjoying watching everyone have fun whilst sipping his own champagne. He knew he too should be in there with everyone and catching up, but he preferred being away and watching it all happen then to participate.
He was quite handsome too. Tall and muscly. His hair as ginger as his parents, brothers and sister's. His eyes a bright, shining blue and freckles on his nose. His teeth were perfectly white and straight, and you could hardly see the faded scars and burns on his pale skin.

His eyes wandered the room, looking for someone who might be able to have a polite conversation with. That was when his eyes landed on her. He noticed how excluded she looked, but also noticed the beauty. Had he see her at the ceremony? No, he would have remember her face.

He slowly made his way around the corners of the tent, nodding, waving and muttering polite hellos to those he passed.

She did not notice him making his way towards her, her eyes glued to the happy couple.

"Good evening," he said softly, making her jump a little in fright. She turned her head to see who it was and that's when he saw her scar.
She had begun to blush, he thought from him frightening her not from him noticing her scar.

Unlike others it didn't make him want to walk away or avoid her. In fact it intrigued him. He wanted to know how she had gotten it, but in a good way. He wanted to get to know her.

"Sorry for startling you. I'm Charlie, Charlie Weasley," he held out his hand that was not holding his glass for her to shake.
"It's fine," she smiled taking his hand. "I'm Saffron Hawthorn."

He thought her voice was like silk, smooth and beautiful. Yet musical as well. Something he wouldn't mind listening to all day.

"Nice meeting you. I don't think I saw you at the ceremony?" He asked, cringing on the inside about how rude he felt.

"Oh, I was, I was in the back row," she said quickly, stuttering her words. There was no doubt that this man certainly gave her butterflies and a large lump in her throat.