My name is Dominique. I have two siblings, Louis and Victoire. My mum is Fleur Delacour and my dad is Bill Weasley. I can speak three languages - French, Arabic and English. Father insisted we learn Arabic, should he ever take us to Egypt. Mum wanted us to learn French, as it is her culture. English was our first language, we were born in England. Uncle Charlie had taught us a bit of Romanian.
My mum is the best French speaker in our family, and dad is the second best at Arabic; second only to Victoire, who could speak it even better than him. Little perfect Viccy. Golden child. Our parents, they tried to be good parents, but sometimes things felt off. Felt weird. I assumed I was being crazy, but it would always play at the back of my mind.
And then one day dad lost his temper. This happened often, but it never went this far before. But that's a story for later.
- Dominique
xoxo
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Home Life
FanfictionTheir home life isn't always what they told their friends, isn't always perfect....but they have each other, and that's enough right....?
