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Overture ✷ Domus Draconis
It is no secret to the Wizarding World that the ancient and noble house of the dragon is severely dysfunctional. In fact, dysfunctional might be an understatement—perhaps even an insult to the word dysfunctional in its own being. Each member of House Dimitrescu would need a twelve-step programme just to work on character alone, and even then, nothing would change.
Vasily Dimitrescu hated his brothers. He loathed them in all their being—from Pietro's calculated silence to Caturix's blunt outspokenness. They'd both been leeches in his sides since he was a child, grabbing at what they could of their father's crumbling empire that was promised to him and him only.
This was factual, but not entirely.
Pietro was indifferent to Vasily, and that's where the loathing began. Unlike his parents and brothers, and many men before them, who were taken in by Slytherin, Pietro had been sorted in Ravenclaw during his youth—a rare malison usually bestowed upon the women born with the curse of the Dimitrescu name (there isn't a lot—never has been—those that are born usually die before the age of twenty-two). In pure Ravenclaw fashion, Pietro preferred to stay in and study rather than party with his thrill-seeking brothers. He also preferred to keep his distance, remaining silent unless spoken to—eating dinner at the other end of the table, furthest away from their parents, and especially the youngest of them, Caturix. Pietro is peculiar and rather odd—both traits Vasily deemed maddening, even though it wasn't necesscarily the truth.
The truth is that Pietro is not like his older brother in any way, shape, or form, and Vasily dislikes him from that alone. It makes sense, however, considering that each of them were raised by the same yet very different parents.
Caturix, on the other hand, is everything his eldest brother thinks of him. He is crude, and very much a twat. Being the youngest, mother always doted after him. She was rarely discrete when it came to her favouritism. Maybe its the fact that Vasily was jealous that their late mother loved Caturix more than him that made him hate his youngest brother. Maybe it's the fact that Caturix is just a prick. He'd taken after their mother—both in looks and in beliefs. Hera Dimistrescu née Kalogeras hailed from the tosser-end of the Kalogeras bloodline—the line obsessed with blood purity that cost them their cut on their family's riches. Despite having very little to her name, Hera had still been well esteemed at the time of her marriage to Vincenzo Dimitrescu, their father, and the bane of everyone's existence. Despite having been brought up the same way, Vincenzo did not care for blood-status, though he'd always taken it into consideration when marrying for his own parent's sake. Hera had been the perfect fit—she'd checked all the boxes for his parents, even if she hadn't ticked all the boxes for him.
Hera's beliefs bled into Caturix's as he grew. Fortunately for everyone, these blood-supremacist views died with Hera in 1945 when she slain in an explosion as the result of a certain dark wizard's agenda—an attack on a shop in Diagon Alley which Vincenzo owned the deed to. And yet despite their beloved mother's death, Caturix still cannot help but look down on muggles and half-bloods in his own ever so ill-mannered way. His children are much the same.
