'' ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʜɪʙɪᴛᴇᴅ ғʀᴜɪᴛ ɪs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇsᴛ.''
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In which heartbreaker Sirius Black finally understands what it means to love someone you can never have.
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"I'm marrying your best friend Sirius!"
"Yeah, well you should be marrying me."
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IT WAS A COMMON MISCONCEPTION THAT JOSÉPHINE WAS NATURALLY GIFTED. A misconception that had started thanks to her mother. Joséphine, like most other kids, had always had to work for the things she wanted.
She studied night and day for perfect grades, bought the most expensive potions to keep her face clear and her hair shiny, subscribed to witch magazines to stay on trends and trained tirelessly to ensure she was the perfect daughter her mother always wanted.
Because though people believed the Seignar girl to be as perfect as they came, she would always be a failure in her mother's eyes. She was never good enough when it came to her studies, often being told she could do much better even though she had passed with O's in all her subjects since she was 11 years old.
It was a fear that had been instilled in her for as long as she could remember, the overwhelming need to be good enough to be Genevieve Seignar's daughter. The reason why she had initially been warm to the idea of an arranged marriage, to for once in her life make her mother proud enough to say 'this is my daughter' without hidden distaste.
It was her constant need for her mother's approval that drove Joséphine through life. When people complimented her on her 'pretty' hair they didn't know she had gotten up two hours before breakfast to comb through an expensive concoction shipped from Africa.
When someone made a passing comment on her 'flawless' skin they had no idea how many spells and creams imported from Spain she had used since she was 13 and had her first burst of puberty in the form of raging acne.
They didn't realise that most of the time she spent in front of the mirror was her crying as her hair didn't cooperate and the deep sense of fear she held for her mother convinced herself she'd never be good enough, or pretty enough to be Genevieve Seignar's daughter.
When she was called 'cute' or 'beautiful', people didn't realise she didn't believe them. Because that's what she had been trained to do her whole life. Pretend.
Pretend to be the perfect daughter, student and friend.
Pretend she didn't spend an abundant amount of extra hours in the bathroom perfecting her appearance only to undo it all at night.
Pretend she could ever have a normal life where she got to make her own decisions and have a mother that actually cared for her.
Pretend to have normal trivial teenage problems like if a boy fancied her, not whether or not she would fit in her wedding dress.
Thinking about the upcoming wedding seemed to happen a lot with Joséphine, that was how she found herself that Friday morning, pushing around her salad. She had chosen a salad for lunch because she had just gotten a letter from her mother, pushing a new diet onto her. She had also sent a package full with Chinese Supplements, with a not so discrete warning of "don't get fat".
