"She looks so weird. Know it all," sneered a couple of her classmates as she walked past in the corridor of Beauxbatons. They saw her walking past and just glared.

She quickened her place until she turned around the corner, there she let the tears fall. Footsteps quickened behind her and she felt arms around her. "Don't listen to them, ma cherie," whispered Ophelia, her true friend.

"How can I not?"

"You must school yourself, Livia. They are not like us." Ophelia touched her friend's chin, raising it up. "We are fighters. Be confident. Persevere."

Olivia nodded. "You're right."

Persevere.