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A pair of lavender eyes, narrowed to slits, glared at the layout infront of her. Disapproval? No, that couldn't have been it. Abruptly, as if taking a cue, the eyes faded into a gentle steel colour, widening to a more normal size. Her gaze could be followed to discover it rested on a sole, large building rooted infront of her, the structure's shadow disrupting the sunlight that was trying desperately to peek it's way over the top and consume the entire courtyard. It was a lush area, adorned with beautiful flowers and colours peeking out from green foliage. Not only was it beautiful, it was silent. Almost eerily silent. The girl didn't seem any indiffrent than she had been hours earlier, surrounded by attendants and maids rushing to secure all of her luggage in the chunky luxury car, as she sat in her room, brainstorming anything she could say to her father to ease the tension before she departed. Uninterrupted and still completely aware of her surroundings, she lowered her eyelids, concealing the dialated pupils.
A peaceful look of reminicing replaced the unsure one she had showcased only seconds before, as the breeze gently ruffled her loosely curled, lengthy hair.

"Father?" She called again, expression grim as the man inside of the room remained silent. "Father, I know you haven't found reason yet to forgive me for what I apparently did to you in earlier years, nor have or will I probably ever find reason to forgive you. Before I go, I wanted to say..." Her eyes had dark circles, which only made the calm blue that they reflected seem brighter. They were turned towards the floor, looking at her dark and shined shoes. "...That I hope you're never stupid enough to put another child through the lifestyle I have lead for the days prior to today. If I never see you again, I hope you carry with you everyday that you've let your own flesh and blood evolve into something that's unrepairable." The sullen blue suddenly flashed a crimson, and the girl's fists tightened at her side. Her knuckles were bright white, but eventually relaxed.
"...But it's fair that I thank you for keeping me warm all these years- if not giving me the feeling of safety atleast providing it in the environment around me. Please, take care of yourself. I hope to hear some sort of success story out of you." One of her hands moved from her side to the dark wooden door, touching it only with the tips of her slender fingers, before letting gravity pull them gradually back to her side. "Goodbye, Father."

The girls' eyes opened up again, a mimic of the blue they had been in her memory, her teeth grinding against eachother to restrain the water that had collected from dripping over her flushed cheeks. There's no point in feeling sadness now, Fleur. What's done is done. You never loved that man, he never loved you. The last set of words only triggered the depressed further, and she tensed, hanging her head as the latest gust let her hair fall to keep covering up a large portion of her upper back. As she finally took a graceful step foreward, the urge to let loose and sob dissapeared. One step seemed to remind her that she was here to avoid that unfourtunate excuse for a man. Her maids had long past assembled her belongings in room number eight- leaving the rest of the day to act as she pleased.

She decided on setting down on a bench in the courtyard. Fleur wasn't quite prepared, mentally, to begin the challenge of actually socializing with her peers. Unlike her mother, who she had been told was a social butterfly, Fleur had been so accustomed to the solitude that interaction seemed completely out of the question. Talking to her maids was as involved as she had ever gotten. She pointed the toe of her dollie-like shoes, tracing a small heart in the exposed soil in the break between the grass and the concrete path feet away from her. Their black neatness was now coated in dirt. Her tired, ever-changing orbs had settled on a dull hue of aquamarine, probably indicating boredom and some remaining sense of longing. She already felt like the black sheep in the student body, and she hadn't even laid eyes on any of the others, let alone exchanged words. She closed her eyes peacefully once again, sighing uneasily as a bird disrupted the reflection time.

What if none of this had ever happened? What if her mom was still alive? Would things be any diffrent? She assumed the obvious answer- yes. Radically diffrent. "I don't know, mother. Sometimes I believe the single decent thing that could have happened to me was the single thing that I ultimately missed out on." The words rolled off her toungue smoothly. It was comforting to hear her own voice. Her French origin was evident in the way that she spoke. Every word sounded silky, romantic, as if she was reciting some sort of poem full of beautiful words.

The thoughts fled quickly. Her mind didn't seem able to stay focused on one aspect of her past for long- the switching a hit to her anxiousness. She wasn't quite ready to introduce herself to the world yet, however, saving her the trouble of a quickly beating heart an an anxious mind. Her undivided attention lay comfortably upon a bush that had already blossomed, full of bright and subtly-coloured blooms. A rare smile graced the bisque-coloured lips as she sat, straightening her posture a little further and lacing her fingers together, under the pair of lady-like, short white gloves that covered her hands. Lace proved as an irritant as it scratched repeatedly the bare skin above the collar. It turned into a frown quickly, as she pondered the concept of wearing a more suitable outfit.

With a final clench of teeth and a squeeze of the golden heart-shaped locket that glimmered around her long neck, she dismissed any thoughts of the expirience that had accumilated, and took another fateful step towards her new home.

She was tempted to halt in her swerving path that supposidly would take her into the dormitories, however, it was swerving an awful lot. Fleur seemed more focused on the path she was taking than the place she was going, too. The beat of her footfalls sounded hesitant. Maybe she gave off the unintended impression of being strong and confident, but her churning insides were telling her diffrently. Much diffrently. It almost took small, periodic mental reminders to keep her cued into the world surrounding her physically, because inside, she was frequently loosing herself in recalling events prior to today- and reliving them all as if she had gone back in time. Currently, it was a thought about her very, very, very first encounter with shapeshifting of any sort. The serene purple surrounded her pupils yet again, and she stopped near the fountain, lowering herself to sit on the concrete.

"No, no Fleur. That toy is not for you." The small train she had been clutching to her chest was tugged from her grasp, set back onto the shelf next to exact replicas of itself. The young Fleur didn't cry out, however, instead lowering her eyelids and reaching for the nanny's hand in replacement, her tiny lips pulled taut. The nanny's hand, compared to her own, was gigantic and she compared the fingers in wonder, having to examine her other hand just to make sure it was her own that was being held. Was everything around her big? Or was she just small? Now a little more perplexed, the young girl stopped, all her attention turning undivded to the prospect. Her gentle blue eyes moved from the nanny's hand, which was reaching up to grab a can of something that would probably end up dinner tonight, and back to hers. Suddenly there was an odd sort of feeling in her hand, and in alarm she looked down, astonished to see it was now larger. And still growing. A tiny yell overpowered the store music, and the nanny turned. "Fleur!?" Upon explaining her problem best she could, Fleur noticed her hand had swelled down to normal size. Deciding she was hallucinating, the rest of the store trip was continued in fear.

It had been scary, but wasn't it normal to be alarmed when one of your hands had swollen to the size of an adults? She turned her gaze down to her slender hand now, focusing. The swelling felt much more normal than it had back then, she was sure. Relieved the power was still under her control, she turned her attention elsewhere. Envying the array of colours in the courtyard, she noticed abruptly another prescence besides her own. Fleur's eyes had become a curious shamrock-green as she noticed a person arrive in the Courtyard. Tall, with tanned skin and abnormally red hair- a male, had she not been mistaken. Her hormones kicked in without her permission, and the paled skin covering her cheeks lit up to an understated red colour. Avoiding his gaze, she turned her body away, assuming he'd think she was a freak or something along those lines. But Fleur didn't know any better- when had she been exposed to a person her age before?

Quickly enough, she heard a loud, "E-Excuse me miss!" Oh, charming. He was coming this way. Her face was disconcerted, still relaxed and unamused, although her eyes were now an alarmed orange color. She closed her eyelids, forcing them back into an atleast more average grey color, before turning them on this boy. He claimed to need directions to the student lounge. Of course, it was information she couldn't provide, she hadn't any clue herself. She turned her face downwards, piercing gaze wasted on the asphault that carved out paths. "It'd be much easier to tell you if I knew myself." To be polite, she looked at him as she spoke. His eyes were a blue as vibrant and unreal as the pallet of colours hers could become. Her voice was still smooth, even musical. "Sorry that I can't be of more assistance."

This boy was nothing short of attractive, she'd give him that.
But that was about all she'd ever be giving to him, was the probable case.
Ah, yes. A lovely lady such as herself? He definately wanted something, and Fleur's curiousity was beginning to get in the way of her mystique, for yet again she opened her mouth and began to speak.
"As serious as they come."
Incredibly, the response wasn't meant to be funny, or witty. Her carved-in-stone face may have hinted that she was being sarcastic, however, and therefore Fleur attempted something that could rarely be seen gracing her narrow, ever-frowning lips.
A smile.
Although faux, atleast it may give her some sense of personality. She'd been told she had a lovely smile, anyway. There wasn't much to loose. Instead of awaiting his dismissal, she rose to her feet. It was a surprise that this boy had inches on her, Fleur had always considered herself a giant when it came to height. Then again, there was that little process called puberty that (lucky her.) she had hit earlier than most of her peers. A slim hand moved across her poofy, dark skirt, smoothing out any stray pieces of fabric or wrinkles that had come with her small sit.
"But, if it won't be a bother, I would like to accompany on your quest to find the lounge. I'm looking for my dormitory, see. Truth being that I have about zero directional sense"
She didn't offer another smile, but a shurg in it's place as she stated a little-known fact about the girl.

He may draw conclusions it was an excuse to spend more time with him, however, that mattered not. She knew the truth, wasn't that what mattered? Besides, she didn't want to be wandering around the courtyard for ages. Alone. Eventually, in the dark.
She shuddered.

"Princess" wasn't a foreign term to her, of course she'd been adressed as such back at home. However, it only alarmed her a little that she'd be called it here...
She shook her light hair, assuming he was kidding, and ignoring the red colour her cheeks might be. Fleur turned her now confused-salmon pink eyes up towards his blue ones, one of her eyebrows arching. Spitfire? What did that mean? Had she said something?
"Hmm. You'd think there'd be signs or something."
She observed, not noting any indication of identification on any one of the assorted doors that could be her longed-for room. Fleur was exhausted, although maybe not coming across as such, and wanted some resting time to clear her thoughts and spark her intrest more than it was now. Her gaze lingered over every door for a collection of seconds, finger moving to her lips and tapping gently as she contemplated her choices.
"And my name is Fleur L'Blanc.""
She hurridly curtsied, although it still appeared a graceful gesture. Her maid had taught her a curtsy was appropriate no matter who you were talking to, if you wanted to come across elegantly.
"Prince, dear, I'm sure you never told me your name either." The prince part was sarcasm, obviously. Even Fleur could tell.

She wasn't much amused by his mockery, nor his "name".
But her face was disconcerted, as were her movements. Fleur hoped he had a good time mocking her walk, slash skip sort of habit. Of course, it looked ridiculous, and she was accustomed to being teased about. She looked like she couldn't decide which was better- the skipping or the walking, and ended up with something in the middle. She walked a little behind though, as if to hint that the fact she didn't want to get lost had nothing to do with being "friends" or anything more.
What did he care about her well-being anyway?
He was probably a player at heart, and nothing more. Shallow, looking for some sort of entertainment. What better than toying with a girl's heart?
She proudly tossed a curl of hair from her shoulder, applauding herself mentally for her discoveries. Figures that she, of all people, wouldn't be secure enough to trust that he wanted anything more than for her to fall madly in love with him, so he could break her already-fragile heart.
Good thing she'd read his act. Or else it might have actually worked...
"Hold it, sir. Even if I don't know your name, you know mine. Use it."
Fleur refused to play games, even if they were simple like this.

Fleur couldn't help but crack a smile. He was being stubborn, and she wasn't going to lie to herself, it was the slightest bit cute. Of course, she wouldn't ever be a fool and chase a heartbreaker like this one...
but she was enjoying his company, as much as she seemed uptight about the whole ordeal. It was unnatural to be lead through a beautiful garden by an equally as beautiful boy... and if she wasn't careful, she might slip up. As soon as he asked why she was here, Fleur did something completely uncharacteristic.
"Here, stop."
She put a hand on the boy, turning him to face her, and locking her still paled pink coloured eyes on his beautiful blue ones, not bothering to remove her hand from his shoulder.
"Now watch."
Fleur focused all of her energy towards the shift, enjoying the tingle that ran throughout her body whenever she began to morph. It was a draining task, but in a fraction of a second, her eyelids opened to reveal a light, piercing blue to mock his. Her body had also transformed- taken the shape of the "Prince" standing next to her. She smiled at the foreign feeling, tilting her head to the side.
"Tah-dah."
Although this was probably nothing more than a game to him, it was life to her, and she hadn't prepared herself to fall for a kid yet. Not on her first day. She soon needed to slide back into her own body though, her eyes returning to the color they had been previously. Her body became familiar again, and she sighed. Her hand slid from his shoulder, falling daintily at her side.
"That's about all I can do. What about you?"

She was intruiged to hear about his powers. This was so foreign a concept-Fleur wasn't a freak anymore. She was now surrounded by people like her, as her maid had called her, "Advanced". She had never seen how this word would help her feel any more soothed about her little secret, but it had been pondered. It felt good to let the thought go- she was at home now.

It was intresting- controlling all five senses? What a power. She was close to daring him to try her, but shook off the want, and instead let her curious pink eyes gaze. "I'd dare you to try, but I want my first kiss to be voluntary, you know?"
Fleur said tartly, biting the lower of her salmon coloured lips in refrain.
"Yours is much more fun than mine. Although, someday, I'll be able to use your powers in your body. But that's super advanced, I c-"
She stopped, clearing her throat.
"Excuse me for rambling."