WEASLEY, victoire aimee (completed)

[victoire]

VICTOIRE AIMEE WEASLEY,
come bathe in my wine for a while !


sixteen; v, weasley, blondie; hufflepuff; supermegafoxyawesomehot

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[/i] different. her hair is naturally wavy (like her father, william’s), but blonde like her mother’s. her eyes are another feature that she got from her mother’s side of the family. they are a green blue with long eyelashes. she is one eighth veela, which also accounts for her fair, unfreckled skin, her hair, and her eyes. victoire is on the short side when it comes to height, however, and she stands merely at five feet and four inches. she struggles with her weight, sometimes (or so she likes to think), and for the most part, is slender. victoire’s only piercings are her ears, which she has pierced once. she has no tattoos.

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