Everyone bore traces left behind by others. Virginia meant virgin, perhaps because the New World was like virgin land to Europeans.
Yet even virgins could not escape having a past. Bonaparte had grown used to waiting for Josephine to dress. Perhaps it was a habit common to all aristocratic women; Narcissa also spent a great deal of time dressing up. But the education Albus Dumbledore had given Pomona was not to care so much about appearances. She was used to spending her time reading rather than primping before a mirror.
If Severus had not been so difficult, she would not have found the short Flitwick comparatively easygoing, and she had indirectly become less averse to short men.
Though Bonaparte was taller than her, he still was not her ideal height. What right did he have to think she was abnormal?
There was a reason women found him so irritating. It was not quite misogyny—yes, he liked women very much. What normal man did not like women?
He simply did not belong to this era. He was an ancient man. In other words, his views of women were still stuck in the Middle Ages: men were raised to be brave knights, while women were raised to be delicate ladies. Knights yearned to forge a romantic, unrealistic "courtly love" with ladies.
Such scenes could be seen in oil paintings: a blond princess, queen, or noblewoman of some other rank, clad in luxurious silk and embroidered shoes, reluctantly seeing off a knight in armor as he went to war. The knight gazed at her longingly, yet left resolutely because he had to fight. The woman was left trembling with worry. After she had spent her days weeping and believed he could not possibly return alive, the knight descended from the heavens. He had