Dolls

Gabrielle Delacour looked across the compartment to the Minster of Magic. Cornelius Fudge sat there, head pointed straight ahead, bowler hat in his lap. His small eyes weren't really looking at anything as he waited for the ride to be done with. He had come to pick Gabrielle up personally and Gabrielle felt proud. She would get to take place in the Triwizard Tournament.

Her sister was one of the Champions. Fleur was always the type of girl to have these things happen to her, and although Gabrielle loved her sister, she still could not help but feel jealous.

They both had Veela-Blood in them, so why did all the boys like Fleur better?

Putting the doll Gabrielle had brought with her down on the seat, the young girl stood up. Cornelius Fudge looked over at her, his face still slightly flustered from his conversation with her mother.

"Do you need something?" he asked, trying to sound pleasant. Gabrielle said nothing as she climbed up onto the seat so she could stand above him. Cornelius squinted his eyes at her, trying to figure out what she was doing.

Gabrielle tilted her head down and looked at the Minster through her lashes before smiling. He smiled uncertainly back.

That was all the invitation Gabrielle needed.

Taking a few small steps towards him, Gabrielle worked her charm.

"What..." Cornelius tried to protest as she put a hand on his shoulder. Quickly his eyes glazed over and he just smiled stupidly at the part-Veela child.

Gabrielle smiled. She felt strong having power over this man. He was the Ministry of Magic, and she could make him do whatever she wanted. Fleur had warned her many times not to do this sort of thing, but how could it be bad when it made her feel so good?

Gabrielle lent close and let her lips graze the air just above his own. The man seemed to be flustered by this and reached forward to pull her closer. He didn't want to be teased. He wanted the full thing. But Gabrielle ducked away in time and sat back in her seat, pleased.

She picked up her doll and giggled, waking the man from his dream-like state.

He looked over at her, his face even reader than before. Gabrielle just smiled innocently at him.

"Is something a matter, Minister?" she asked, looking up at him with her large eyes.

Cornelius stared at her a moment before shaking his head.

"No... nothing..." he muttered, returning to his unseeing stare ahead.

He knew something had just happened, but what? He was just here with a small child.

It was quickly dismissed as just the effects the long days were having on him. Yet something in the far back of his mind knew otherwise.

Gabrielle played with her doll, giggling. She just loved playing with dolls. They were so easily manipulated and controlled. You could do anything you wanted to them. And People are just big dolls, are they not?