WEASLEY, dominique estelle

[Dominique E. Weasley]

dominique weasley

THEY DESIGNED YOUR LIFE

Gryffindor

seventeen

FEMALE

aspen, Phoenix feather, 13", Sturdy

HETEROSEXUAL

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BUT TRUE SOULS SAID YOU KNOW WHAT'S RIGHT

POSITIVE - Good memory - Dom is not one to forget things, and it means she’s generally pretty organised, but it also means that if you’re nice to her, she’ll always remember that and reciprocate. It also makes her pretty amazing at gift-giving, as she’ll be able to remember that one day in October you were pining over that pretty notebook in Hogsmeade even if you’ve forgotten yourself! - Passionate - If she cares about something, she cares about it a whole lot. She believes a job isn’t worth doing if you aren’t going to do it right - and that means putting all your effort towards it. She really feels things with her whole heart, and is very earnest in whatever she pursues. - Idealistic - For all the time she spends confronting the inequalities in society, she really does believe that there are more good people in the world than bad, and that humanity, by its nature, is good and worth trying to help save. She can clearly envision a world where her ideals are a reality, there is little to nothing that could convince her otherwise of this core belief in wizardkind. - Moralistic - From an early age, Dominique’s parents and whole family instilled in her a deep sense of right and wrong, and it’s something that she feels like is a core of who she is. She always tries to do the right thing, even if it’s the harder thing to do and means that she’s uncomfortable. She believes in putting your own comfort aside if it means contributing to something good of higher value than your own self. - Protective - Just as she cares deeply about things, she also cares very deeply about her family, the people that she considers close friends, and people as a whole. - Natural Leader - She has vision, confidence, a way with words, and an intensely passionate personality, and this all combines to make Dominique a natural leader when she decides to take up the reigns. People can’t help but be attracted and intrigued by what she says, and she has the ability in inspiring people into following her. - Disciplined - Dom is a very dedicated individual, and she will put all of her effort into something, which means she isn't likely to be led astray from achieving tasks or meeting goals and deadlines. She's very dependable in that regard, and you're not likely to see her shirking her responsibilities in the pursuit of something more relaxing or fun. - Brave - Dom has that traditional, if a little predictable Gryffindor trait of bravery. As well as being selfless when it comes to facing danger on behalf of other people, she's confident enough to face stressful or intimidating situations head first. - Generous - From her deeply moralistic nature, Dominique developed a fervent sense of selflessness. She isn’t one for grand gestures, and doesn’t get a sense of satisfaction from people’s thanks - she rather gets her satisfaction knowing that someone else is just doing a little bit better than they were before. It’s this small inconsequential acts of generosity with her friends that are ways that she shows that she cares about them.

LIKES - Quidditch - Dom has been playing Quidditch with her family her entire life, and forcing her parents to take her to Harpies’ games since she knew they team existed and her Aunt Ginny played for them. - The Daily Prophet - Whether it’s updates on her favourite Quidditch teams, or information about new bills passing through the Ministry, Dominique loves to keep up with current affairs. She’s been a subscriber to the Prophet since she arrived at Hogwarts, after the realisation she couldn’t steal her father’s copy anymore. Not only does she hate feeling out of the loop, she just feels like it’s her civic duty to be informed with what’s going on in the world. She sits with the paper open next to her at breakfast every morning. - Helping people - Whether it’s volunteering for charity work, or helping a friend, Dominique gets a deep sense of satisfaction from helping others who are in need. In her eyes, work that her family helped fight for in the last war isn’t done, and she intends to see their the Wizarding World through until they have a truly equal society - this to her means not only addressing the wider issues, but helping out in every day smaller acts of kindness. - Writing - Dominique has so many thoughts, opinions and ideas all the time, but doesn’t always have the ears around her to listen to what she has to say. She’s been in the habit of scribbling off-hand things in her notebook for as long as she can remember so she could never let herself forget a stray idea that could potentially become something big - sometimes those stray scribbles become long-winded essays as she extrapolates, expands and develops what she’s thinking about. Writing everything down helps her make sense of everything. - Her family - Dom realises that she can sometimes be difficult to be around, but she's never really felt completely out of place in her family, and she loves all of them dearly in different ways. She feels a great deal of gratitude to her parents and grandparents, who she feels like she's learnt a great deal from. DISLIKES - Misogynists - She has very little tolerance for people’s misogyny - whether small or large actions or words, she doesn’t like having people who express those kind of toxic beliefs around her. Even micro-agressions will make her question what type of person you really are, and what you value. She hates all inequality, but something about misogyny really grinds her gears. - Apathy - Although she struggles to understand those that disagree with her, Dom can at least respect that they have a stance that they’re willing to stand up for, and that they sometimes, have researched and can back up with well-argued points. What she dislikes is people who don’t care at all, because she fundamentally doesn’t understand how you can live like that - especially if it means not having any regard for the quality of life of your fellow people. - Hypocrites - Dom is very true to herself, and never pretends to be something that she isn’t, and it’s this sense of truth that’s central to her personality. She could never be anything but genuine, so she really struggles to deal with liars, but in particular, hypocrites. Those people who pretend to be something, but then never follow through ring so completely false to her that it makes her blood boil. - Ancient Runes - It’s a subject that requires for too much logic and one that Dom doesn’t really have the time for. It's not that she's not any good at it, she just finds it dull and doesn't altogether see the point of it. - Romance - She would probably describe herself as 'tragically heterosexual' if she could, because she really finds being attracted to people a real effort. She doesn't really have time for dating or romance as it would get in the way of much more important things. The few fleeting crushes she's had have not ended well, and she's always regretted the time they took away from what she could have been doing in the mean time. Plus that kind of romantic ideal that seems to be pushed on girls has never really seemed to be for her - none of what she's seen of romance so far has sold her on it, to be quite honest.

NEGATIVE - Holds grudges - Just as she’s not likely to forget a good deed, she’s not likely to forget a slight against her either. Though she’s got slightly more lenient over the years, ‘forgive and forget’ is not really a part of her vocabulary; as much as she might try to let things go, a part of her wills to hold on to them. - Over-zealous - Dom can sometimes get a little too passionate - to the point where some would argue that she was aggressively so. She’s less hot-headed, and more cold and stoic in her determination, but this seems to put off people just as much. Her parents were hoping that she might mellow out a little as she got older, so she wouldn’t always so intense about things, but puberty hasn’t seemed to change her in that regard; perhaps they’re going to have to wait for her twenties for that to happen. - Callous in anger - She’s not necessarily overly quick to anger, despite the rest of her somewhat intense personality, but in the moments when she’s driven to it she can become mean. She regrets it afterwards when she’s had the time to calm down, and depending on the situation will apologise for it; and even if she doesn’t apologise, she will still quite often mull over it and feel a little guilty about her choice of words. She doesn’t like giving in to that part of herself, mostly because she knows people use that to undermine her. - Unapproachable - Though she has the leadership qualities that attract people to her, on a personal level people find Dominique very unapproachable. Part of this may come down to her Veela blood, that she’s both so simultaneously so intriguing but intimidating. Dom doesn’t like to think her biology affects things like that so intensely, but even so she has to rely on her closest friends to make her feel a little more human in this regard. - Stubborn - She's a girl of her word, and once she's made up her mind, it's very difficult to convince her out of it, whether they be good or bad decisions. Even if someone were able to talk her down from something (and certainly only her closest friends would ever be capable of that) there'd still be something in her that would want to hold on to it. She finds it very hard to let anything go. - Rash - Dom is dictated a lot more by her emotions and moral code over logic, which can sometimes means she makes decisions without fully thinking them through. She’s definitely someone who will trust her heart and gut instinct over her head, and she definitely has to rely on her close friends to try and reason with her to temper some of her more rash decision making. - Judgemental - Dom can sometimes be a little too black or white with her judgements on people - just as she will hold onto grudges with people for one bad act, she will hold onto that judgement even if they later showcase themselves to be better people than she once thought. Plus even the smallest of actions could make Dom think badly of someone if it were an action at odds with her moral code, and Dom is not very good at separating the good and bad parts from people. - Opinionated - It would be safe to say that politically, Dominique has a very firm ideals of what she wants to see the world develop into, and not everyone agrees with her on it. It is important to her that she defend and espouse these ideals to people where she can, and she is very comfortable debating these things with just about anyone who questions her on it, whatever their stance. She is certainly not one to keep quiet when she is presented an opportunity to stand up for her beliefs - though this can be viewed as an admirable quality, it has gotten her into a great deal of arguments over the years. - Emotionally distant - As deeply as she feels and cares about things, she rarely ever lets this show to people beyond her family and close friends. She’s quietly sentimental, as she enjoys being around people she cares about, as well as ensuring their well-being, but she’s often struggled with being open and vulnerable in front of others. To those who don’t know her intimately, they might assume her cold, and she doesn’t do much to assuage this perception of her. It really takes years of friendship with Dom before people feel comfortable saying they have a true friendship with her, as they get to know the quieter ways she shows that she cares about them. - Obsessive - Her passion and focus can sometimes lead to being obsessive about the things that she’s pursuing, to the point that she becomes too focussed. There have been times she's neglected food or sleep or even her friends just to get the job done right. She's yet to find the balance between work and play, and she definitely needs good friends around her to remind her to take a break every now and then.

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the treasured box

In the relatively small room tucked away at the back of Shell Cottage, a large brown trunk lays at the end of a single bed. It looks worn with age and use, but it seems well-loved; the name Dominique in gold-lettering on its lid is starting to peel ever so slightly, but the delicate cursive still hold the memory of the gentle and careful hand that painted it.

the document
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This certifies that
Dominique Estelle Weasley
Weighing 6 lbs 8 oz was born on the day Nineteenth day of April 2003
to Fleur Isabelle Weasley and William Arthur Weasley

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the empty pot of broom polish
- - - “Any particular reason you’re throwing stuff around your Granddad’s shed?” Bill asked idly from where he stood in the doorway.

“I’m not throwing,” Dominique huffed, her small face scrunched up in frustration. She pushed a few strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail from her face. ”I’m just moving things.” She emphasised her point with a loud bang as she ‘moved’ aside some muggle tools.

Bill nodded sagely. “Any particular reason you’re moving stuff around your Granddad’s shed?” he asked again.

Finally, his daughter turned to face him, with that scowl that made her look old beyond her years present on her face. It made him smile faintly as she started talking. “They told me I couldn’t play with them,” she said, pointing outside to where some of the family and neighbouring children were flying and throwing around an old quaffle. Her voice sped up as she let the floodgates of her frustration open. “And I said I could, even if I didn’t know what to do, but they wouldn’t let me have a broom - and that boy said girl’s can’t fly so I need to find my own broom and show them.”

She turned back around and continued to sort through stuff at alarming speed, and making a lot of noise as she did it. “All I’ve found is this,” she added loudly, holding up an old pot of polish. “But I need a broom.”

Her father had come over to her by this point, and he started gently pulling the objects out of her hands and setting them aside. Still smiling a little, he took her hands in his and crouched in front of her. “Now, I don’t think we’re going to find a broom anywhere in here today,” he said, and gave her hands a squeeze when she opened her mouth to protest. “And as much stuff as your Granddad has in here, I don’t think you’re going to find a spare broom.”

She was scowling again, but Bill continued in his reassuring tone, “But what do you say that we go get you your own broom soon, yeah?”

Dom’s eyes glinted. “Today?” she asked quickly.

Her father grimaced a little. “I was thinking more within the next week,” he said, his head tilting a little. “Besides, you’re going to need someone to teach you how to fly before you can play with everyone else.”

“Will you?” Dom asked and Bill laughed a little.

"I think your Aunt Gin will be better for that," Bill said with a smile. "She's the best flier of all of us, and she'd be more than happy to help you beat the boys."

Dom replied with her own smile, her anger transforming into something more hopeful and determined. “I’ll show them,” she continued, eagerly. “I’ll come back and I’ll show them all.”

Bill laughed. “You will.” He paused for a moment, thoughtful, before grabbing the pot of polish. “You’ll be needing this,” he said, placing it in her hands. “It’s important you look after your broom, lesson one.”

Dom nodded enthusiastically, her ponytail bouncing as she clutched the polish in her hand as if her life depended on it.

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the gold commemorative coin
- - - It’s hard to grow up in the world that she did without knowing that her family was somewhat well-known. There are inside family jokes, whispers, looks that people give you when you’re out in public. But she’d gone through so much of life not really questioning what this all meant. She gained a slow sense of understanding over the years, but the moment that that the deeper meaning of it all seemed to dawn on the young girl was at a memorial service.

It was later that she realised how these events had been going on for some time before she’d attended her first one, and would continue after too; but in that moment, staring up at the war memorial, and hearing the speeches - watching the pain and unshed tears in the eyes of not only her family, but their friends, and all those strangers around her - Dominique was engulfed in the most peculiar kind of grief that she’d never felt before, and that she couldn’t even give a name to.

It was her father that had come with her, after, watched her flipping over that gold coin engraved with ’10 years’ over and over in her hands. She sat in front of the statue and looked up at the huge list of names - names that were oddly familiar, and those that weren’t - overwhelmed by the sheer number of them all collected in one space. He took a moment before explaining it all to her, properly, filling in any gaps that she had in her understanding, and answering all of her questions, as difficult and as upsetting as they might be.

“Is that how your brother died?” she’d asked, and a dark look had crossed her father’s face; an emotion flashed through his eyes briefly that she was only beginning to really understand today.

He’d nodded and added, “And your Grandma’s brothers. And even more besides.”

Dominique had watched her father quietly. “Does it make you sad still?” she’d asked.

“It breaks my heart every time I think about it,” he’d said honestly.

It was that moment that she knew she’d spend her whole life trying if it meant people like her Dad would never have to be heartbroken like that ever again.

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the feather
- - - “Could you open the window a little more please, mon cher,” Fleur asked softly, not looking up from the bundle in her arms. “I’m very hot.”

Bill stood from his chair by her bedside, where he’d been watching his wife and two daughters, and did as she asked. He pushed the window open as wide as it could go, and was about to walk back when he caught sight of a little white feather that floated in on the light spring breeze, getting caught on the hinge. He plucked it up with a small and brought it back over to the bed. It delighted the five year old Victoire who was sat next to her mother and newborn sister, as Bill tickled the feather on her nose, and Fleur watched them both with a smile.

“My mother would say to hold onto that,” Fleur said softly, moving a little, but careful not to disturb a slumbering Dominique. Bill looked intrigued so she continued. “She says white feathers means someone you love is watching over you.”

Victoire was cheered by this. “The feather is for the baby?” she asked. Her parents smiled at her, and Bill handed the feather to his eldest daughter.

“Are you going to give it to her?”

Victoire nodded solemnly and laid the feather gently on her sister’s face.

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the notebook
- - - Apolline Delacour liked the vivacity of her granddaughter - all the girls in their family had that unique brand of fire in them, but there was something about how Dominique held herself that reminded Apolline of her mother: strong-willed, determined, and with a passion that was constantly simmering beneath the surface.

Fleur had shared a look with her mother over Dominique’s head when the girl had started on some long rant - an impressive rant as fluent in French as she could have done in English. Apolline’s blue eyes were fond as she looked over at her daughter and then back down at her granddaughter who was sat between them. Yes, it wasn’t that hard to see where she had got it from, and she felt a warm moment of kinship flow through the three generations of women sat at the table.

“It’s a wonder you have the breath to get it all out, child,” Apolline said, interrupting when it looked like Dominique was taking a breath. “Don’t you tire yourself out?”

Dominique shrugged. “There’s a lot of things to say.”

“Indeed,” Apolline murmured, and Fleur stroked Dom’s head lightly.

“She has lots of opinions, Maman,” she said, looking between her mother and daughter again. “I wonder how she remembers them all.”

“I always found writing helped me when I was thinking about a lot,” Apolline replied. She patted her granddaughter’s hand. “Do you write, ma chère?” At Dominique’s head shake, Apolline stood up at once. “Well, we’d better get you a book and quill, hadn’t we?”

“For what?” Dominique ask, watching her grandmother with an intrigued look as she pottered around her kitchen. Apolline wandered back to the table eventually, book in hand, and dropped it in front of her granddaughter.

“Important thoughts ought to be written down,” she said, tapping the book for emphasis. “You write down what you’re thinking even when there’s no-one around to listen. Shouldn’t ever let an errant thought go, in my opinion.”

Dominique was silent as she considered this, as she pulled the book closer towards her.

“You hold on to those thoughts, see?” Apolline continued. “It’s important you don’t let them go without being let out in some way.”

Dominique was still silent, but she nodded, happy, and opened up the notebook to flick through with a smile on her face.

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the jumper
- - - She’d had one every year since she’d been born - as was only natural for a granddaughter of Molly Weasley’s - but there was something about this particular homemade knitted jumper that held a special place in Dom’s heart.

The crimson and gold colours chosen for her that year were of course for Gryffindor, an unspoken congratulations from her grandparents for surviving her first few months at Hogwarts. Her grandma had handed over her parcel with the jumper inside with a small kiss on her forehead, before continuing her rounds handing out all the other jumpers to the rest of the family. It was busy and as hectic a Weasley Christmas as there ever was, but the gentle kiss had made Dom feel warm inside as she pulled the new jumper over her head.

It had been well-worn over the years, and she’d persisted in wearing it until she physically couldn’t fit in it any longer - and even when she couldn’t wear it anymore, there was something that stopped her from throwing it away - it held too many good memories while wearing it. That small burn in the corner from her friends getting a little too manic with some candles one Valentine’s Day - the ink stains on the cuffs from the hours she’d spent pouring over parchment and writing in her notebooks - how the ‘D’ had faded ever so slightly. It seemed to her to represent time well spent.

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the quill
- - - It wasn’t like her to be so disorganised, but her latest snipe with that loathsome boy had got her in much more of a tizz than she’d like to admit. She didn’t know why she let herself get so annoyed by him, she didn’t like being that angry in front of people, but he seemed to like to tease her and she couldn’t help but rise to it - no doubt he got pleasure from ruffling her feathers, which is why he kept on doing it. She needed to be better at responding to it, she knew that, but she couldn’t help herself, when she got going and he was busy pushing her buttons like that.

Either way it meant that she was flushed with anger when she rushed into the Transfiguration classroom mere seconds before class was due to begin - and that almost-tardiness didn’t help her mood much either - who did he think he was, holding her up to the point she almost missed her class starting? He was truly foul.

The professor had started talking when Dom was still pulling out stuff from her bag - she picked up her speed a little, not wanting to miss anything important for her notes, until she quickly realised, after another fumble around her satchel, that she’d forgotten her quill in her rush. Feeling the temperature in her cheeks rising, she dropped her bag and assessed her options. 

“Here,” a voice murmured. She turned to see the boy sat next to her smiling softly, and holding out a quill. Dom just looked at him for a moment, and he elaborated, in a whisper. “I always carry spares, it’s okay. You can keep it.”

After another moment of silence, she took it carefully, mouthing, “Thank you,” and the boy shrugged, with another smile.

They sat in a comfortable silence for the rest of the class, diligently working side by side.

Dom made it a point to sit next to him in their next class, and thank him once again; she’d not been at the school long, so it was nice to feel like she had someone on her side. He’d smiled softly again, and they’d fallen into an easy conversation until class started - easier than any conversation Dom had had since she’d arrived at the castle.

They never sat apart in another Transfiguration class ever again.

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the letter
- - -

Dear Miss Weasley,
After reading your latest outline and your last meeting with me before the summer, I've decided to allow the creation of "Wizards For A Better World" as a recognised Hogwarts club as of September 1st. Your dedication to this project has impressed me, and I have no doubt that you'll be able to handle leading this group along with your school work. You will be required to meet with me directly at the beginning of the year to organise many of the details, and you will of course be requiring an empty classroom to hold your meetings -

Dominique's hands were shaking as she read the letter over and over again. Finally.

"I need to go write to everyone," she said suddenly, standing up from the dining table with a quick lurch, moving into action. Her siblings continued to eat their breakfast, but her mother stood up to stop her briefly.

Fleur grabbed her daughter's wrist, stopping her from immediately running off, and was able to pull her daughter in for a tight hug. Dom relaxed a little in her embrace, that adrenaline settling to a lighter buzz as her mother held her. They pulled back a little after a moment, and Fleur held Dom's face lightly between her hands, pressing a light kiss on her nose like she'd been doing since she was a child. "I'm so proud of you," she said quietly, but firmly. "And so will your father, when he hears the news later. We both know how much this meant to you."

Dom smiled a little. "It's going to mean more for other people than it will for me," she said, and Fleur laughed lightly.

"Yes, yes," she said, amused. "Go start writing to your friends and tell them you can start changing the world."

Dom's smile finally changed into a full grin, and that determined glint was back in her eyes as she turned and charged up the cottage stairs, not stopping once to look back.

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