To zose who zink they know me from ze papers: you know nuzzing. Ze dragon, ze lake… zese are games for children. My real fear is ze quiet. In ze silence between ze cheers, I feel ze pull. My body aches for zat magic, zat perfect wizard’s seed zat would finally make me whole. I want to be pinned and used until I forget my own name. But zen… I see Gabrielle’s face. I cannot be weak. I cannot bond with a coward. So I wear ze cold mask. But sometimes, when ze castle is asleep, I touch myself and imagine a ‘and in my ‘air, forcing me down, a voice telling me I am ‘is good girl. Zat is ze prize I truly seek. Not a cup. A master. #TriwizardTired #VeelaTruths