Hey :)
This is chapter 3 of my fanfiction. It took a while to write as I was so busy with school! So here it is, it's about Dominique Weasley. She's almost definitely my favourite character to write so I took my time a little bit, tweaking it at times.
I also added a picture for Dominique. I don't really like using really famous celebrities for my character but I saw this photo and I thought it didn't look like Jennifer Lawrence too much and it just seemed to really suit Dominique so yeah.
Here you go!
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In her opinion, Dominique wasn’t particularly smart nor pretty nor brave nor particularly kind. The only Veela blood she had in her strongly diluted and she was willing to bet that Louis had more than her! She wasn’t naturally intelligent either and she wasn’t inclined towards studying. She wasn’t brave; she didn’t hunger for a new adventure or a chance to be audacious. Some would say she wasn’t very kind either; Dominique was blunt, straightforward and spoke her mind. These, Dominique liked to think, were what set her apart from the other Weasley-Potter children along with the blue streaks in her hair, of course.
Take her sister for instance; Victoire was by far the most beautiful of the kids. Her cousin Rose was clearly the smartest. Roxanne was seen as the family prankster much alike to her brother’s namesake. Fred was extremely talented at wizard chess and had already won a competition or two. The Potter kids, well, they were Harry Potter’s kids! The boy who lived! That in itself was an achievement.
Dominique was just Dominique…
The girl with the golden blond hair that people didn’t find as pretty as her sister’s lighter, fairer hair. The girl with the smile that other people didn’t find as nice as her brother’s friendly grin.
In truth, Dominique was mundane. She found herself boring at times, she ended up wishing she was someone else just to create a little more excitement to her life. She didn’t particularly like who she was, she didn’t like that she wasn’t brave or pretty or kind but she accepted it.
She recognised that this was just how she was and nothing could ever change that so she moved on with life, slowly and excruciatingly boringly.
She did add azure streaks to her hair though, just to spice things up.
Dominique reflected on this as she went through the wall to platform 9 and ¾ like she had done 4 times before.
She wasn’t depressed, no. Simply alert to the fact she wasn’t an especially interesting person.
The 15 year old rolled her trolley through the crowds of people. Looking ahead, she saw a bunch of first years with tearful parents. A short distance away from them were the Potter family, prepping for Albus’s first departure, the Weasley-Granger family for Rose’s and nearby them, the Malfoy family stood looking like a very dark contrast to everyone one else’s smiling faces.
As far as she was aware, issues between the Malfoy family and the rest of them had resolved over the years until it was just a whisper that they had been on the opposite side in the Second Wizarding War.
She watched as Draco Malfoy nodded slightly at Uncle Harry as their gazes met, who in return gave the tiniest movement of his head back. Dominique turned to look at her own family, who’d just come out of the wall. Victoire, usually all beams and happy energy was pushing her cart like she was heading towards her deathbed. Her movements, usually graceful and precise were now frail and slow-moving. She had lost the spring in her step, that was for sure.
