The door swung open, and Gabrielle strode into the room. The knee length white dress and white 3" heels that encased her young teenage form didn't suit the devious grin on her face, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
"You haven't even realized the best part yet, my dear sister. It's really almost funny." she said
"Gabrielle, are you the one responsible for this?" asked Fleur
"I may have done it, but you are the reason it had to come to this. When we were younger, you made a sacred promise to me. You promised me that when we were old enough to find a prince, we would find one together, and the three of us would live happily forever. But once you came into your powers, you changed. It was only a few months before you had not only broken your promise, but forgotten about it entirely. But I never forgot. Even once I had my powers, I refused to let them control me. And now it is up to our prince to decide your fate." said Gabrielle
She tossed a silver collar onto your lap.
"That collar is called Cupid's shackle. It's a magical artifact capable of enslaving a Veela. The only reason it's not a forbidden artifact is because of it's drawback: the Veela must be in love with the one who puts it on her in order to be enslaved. In case you have forgotten, you confessed to me your love for Harry after the third task. I knew when he saved me in the second task, and your confession confirmed it. Harry Potter is our prince." said Gabrielle
She turned to you.
"It is now time for you to choose, my prince. Which of us will stand with you, and which of us will kneel at your feet?"
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