Post by DOMINIQUE LOUISE WEASLEY on Oct 29, 2009 10:45:15 GMT
-- dominique louise weasley
i'm addicted to a life of material
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Dominique had never been a big fan of obeying rules and directions but sometimes she had no choice in the matter. Ever since she could remember she'd always rebelled against everything she was told, refusing to listen and costantly disobeying command like rules from her parents. As she'd grown older her rebellious nature had excelled and become increasingly worse, making her more stubborn and opinionated year after year. However, her determination to ignore all rules hadn't made her unbearable to live with. Occasionally she would follow a few rules, rules that she knew her parents would appreciate her following. Especially her mother. Her father had never been that strict and whenever her mother wasn't around she could usually get away with whatever she wanted. Yet her mother on the other hand was far stricter and nothing got past her. During her seventeen long years, Dominique had learned how far she could push her parents to the limit before they snapped. And she knew just how much of her naughty behaviour they could take before they lost it. In some ways her personality was rather sadistic in the ways she enjoyed pushing her parents to their maximum limit. For instance, when she was thirteen her mother had forbidden her to dye her hair bright red. So what did she do? She dyed her hair red the day after. Needless to say her mother grounded her but luckily for Dominique the new school year had started mere days after her punishment had. Fleur had almost threatened to keep Dominique home from Hogwarts but Bill wouldn't allow it.
The one rule which Dominique had decided to follow was the one letter a week. Her mother had declared it during Dominique's first year at Hogwarts. Just like the rule suggested, she had to find the time every week to write and send a letter to her parents, updating them on the gossip at Hogwarts. Fleur was still a teenage girl at heart and loved hearing all the latest news from her middle daughter. Dominique, despite finding this rather cool (who wouldn't want their mother to remember their teenage years, thus letting their daughter do a lot?) also found it irritating. Even if Fleur would let Dom get away with a lot more because she was a teenager, it was absurd having to tell her what was going on with students that Fleur had probably never even heard of. The only positive thing about sending a letter to her parents every week was the possiblity of spilling out her worries to them. If she was feeling down and depressed she only had to tell her parents and they'd make her feel better immediately. This didn't mean she told them everything. Only minor incidents were ever talked about in her letters. The rest was meaningless crap she'd made up to satisfy her parents curiosity (mainly her mother's.) Bill was quite a laid back father, and whilst he enjoyed hearing about his children's time at school, he didn't need to know every single detail like Fleur insisted.
It was the first morning of the new school year, and Dominique had spent most of the night writing this weeks letter to her parents. She'd barely had any sleep (the start of term feast having finished late in the night) and wasn't entirely sure how she was still functioning. The only plausible conclusion she could think of was that she was using the excess sugar from last nights grand desert. Dominique had unpacked as soon as the feast had ended, and spent the rest of the night down in the common room, quill in hand and parchment laid out on a table in front of her. It was now nearing 7am, and she could hear stirring from above. Stretching from her cramped position, she rubbed her eyes and dropped her quill. She was keen to get changed and send the letter off as soon as possible, so she bounded up the stairs and changed into fresh new robes quickly. Dominique's dyed red hair was tied back into a bun, and her bangs clipped back out of her eyes. Her natural hair colour was ginger, yet she hated it immensely. Her make-up had survived the long night and after a quick glance in the mirror she was satisfied with her reflection. It didn't take long for Dominique to leave the Ravenclaw Common room, just as the first few people were coming down from their dormitories. She practically skipped down the Tower steps, humming at the sheer joy of being back in the Magical castle. Unfortunately for Dom the Owlery was located on the other side of Hogwarts, and involved a lot of running around on staircases - provided they were the right ones. She'd never grown used to the moving stairs.
Dominique hurried quickly up the staircases of Hogwarts, waving absent-mindedly at faces she recognized from her seven years at the school. She was well known throughout the student population as being cheerful and well mannered. Finally she pushed opened the doors to the Owlery and was met with the screeching and flapping of hundreds of owls. She scanned the rafters for Rogue, her tawny owl, whilst avoiding droppings that littered the floor and constantly seemed to be falling from the ceiling. Eventually she spotted Rogue, and whistled to get the owl down from the rafters. "Hello beautiful," she muttered, stroking the owl as she landed on her arm and allowed Dom to attach the letter. Carrying her over to the window, she moved her arm out and said to the owl, "You know where to go." Almost instantly Rogue took off, getting further and further away until Dominique could no longer see her. Only then did the Ravenclaw turn away from the glassless window.
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theTAG open
theSTATUS finished
theMUSIC mayday parade
theWORDS 979
theNOTES never recycle old posts XD
theCREDIT miaa