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Post by Dominique E. Weasley on Jul 4, 2019 15:47:40 GMT
You know what? It just reached a point where it became insulting. It was hard enough to have to hear about this through the school newspaper - to have to wonder why everyone kept looking at her before she'd sat down with the paper, as if they were trying to predict how she was going to react. You know, that she had to find out in public, on top of being perhaps the last person to know. And that's what annoyed her, truly. Why was she the last to know? She knew why - because it had been purposefully kept a secret, specifically from her. That's all she could seem to think about as she'd mulled over it after she found out - her best friend, and her cousin - not even that like, Lottie and James - had slept together, and both tried to keep it secret from her. How was she meant to feel about that except well - yes, insulted? Is that really how little they thought about her? She'd tried her best not to be hurt about it, she really had. Teenagers slept together, sure, it was whatever. Hormones and school drama, it's how these things go...but like, really?
She felt better after talking with Lottie. It was never going to be that dramatic, Dom knew that, they weren't those kind of friends who held grudges like that. She knew she could trust Lottie to be honest with her if she confronted her about it, and they'd be able to talk. And that's all Dom wanted really after all of this. She just wanted to feel like they still trusted her - because this whole thing had made her really question whether they did. These were two of the people closest to her, and they'd tried to keep something from her. But they were able to talk, and it was awkward because yeah, even though she was upset that she hadn't been told, she still didn't really want to hear or think about James and Lottie having sex (just let her be contrary about this, okay?) - but it had been a conversation they needed to have, and they were better for it in the end. Now she just needed to have the same thing with James - which would be fine, except she couldn't find him anywhere.
It didn't sketch her out at the beginning - they lived in a huge castle, and even if they were in the same house, that didn't mean you couldn't go a while without seeing another person. This was especially true now they were Seventh Years, because even the laziest among their year had places to be and things to do. It was after a long few days of this - of his friends insisting they didn't know where he was, him not answering her hexts and never being around the Gryffindor Common Room? Dom came to the inevitable realisation that James Potter was avoiding her, and an untouchable rage seemed to consume her. It's how she found herself letting herself into the boy's dorm past two in the morning, not caring about what anyone might think about that fact, let alone him or his roommates. She was going to talk to her cousin, and she refused to be sacked off like she didn't mean anything.
She was so hacked off in fact, that she didn't feel even a little bit of remorse as she pulled back his curtains and sent a quick aguamenti charm his way as a greeting. Really, this was his fault - they'd grown up together. He should have known better than to try and pull this shit.
"You suck, by the way," she said, hands on her hips, scowling down at him.
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Post by James Sirius Potter on Jul 11, 2019 20:02:56 GMT
It had been the longest month of his entire life- truly. He’d gone over it in his head a few times, the times where he considered if he’d ever been subjected to this level of complete fuckery before. He was wont to exaggerate zealously, especially in situations where he painted himself the victim. So, when he was left to his own devices, which included concluding that everyone in the castle thought about nothing but him all of the time, he felt rather targeted. Realistically, the entire thing had started to blow over. The primary worry was Cece, certainly, as that had been something to contend with. But the lingering knowledge of Dominique’s searing stares-yet-to-come had him pathetically dodging her whenever possible, which he’d become quite good at.
It felt a little unnatural, as the two of them had always been so close. Sure, they disagreed on a whole range of subjects, and the way that he carried himself was possibly the exact opposite of the way that he imagined her to make decisions, but these reminders held no merit as a feeble attempt at justifications. They were Dom and James- he’d have to face her eventually. But maybe if he could just hold out another day…well, maybe tomorrow….or the day after that. His best excuse was that he was terrible with his quiv, but this behavior had changed the moment he’d started obsessively checking Cece’s Wiztant profile for any signs of a Gryffindor Quidditch jumper.
Cold water splashed into his eyelids and gaping mouth, exhaling what would have been a snore into an outrageous sputter for air. He’d shot up in bed, made an amalgamatic sound of nonsense, somewhere between a wha and a who and a what-the-fuck. He was instantly freezing, dripping, and aware of his shirtlessness and his surroundings. An expression of confusion warped pathetically into one of feeble outrage, unsure of the level of whalloping she was prepared to distribute his way. There was no telling- he’d never ignored her before. The consequences had never been tabulated. He shook the water from his hair as he reach a hand towards his eyes to rub incessantly at them. “What the fuck, what the- what the fuck!” He was yelling in a harsh whisper. What time was it?
She spoke in a normal tone, which made his shoulders roll in cringing. “Shut up! You’ll wake the lot.”
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Post by Dominique E. Weasley on Jul 12, 2019 16:57:10 GMT
When James Potter sputtered into consciousness, Dominique couldn't help but notice that little part of her that felt a thrill. Well, was it a thrill? Maybe it was more of a flare of satisfaction - either which way, she would be hard pressed to deny that she found some sort of enjoyment watching her cousin wake up with a start, dripping with cold water. It wasn't the sort of thing that she tended to take pride in, amusement in other people's misery, but with boys like James, Dom was starting to take somewhat of an exception. Perhaps it was how poetic it was? Watching someone who liked to dodge consequences, being caught up all at once with them. She wasn't sure it always like this with him - who knows, maybe this year had been the first year she'd just started to notice it - first with silently dropping out of the Quidditch team at the start of the year and now this. Perhaps she didn't know her cousin quite as well as she thought she did, if these were all the sorts of things he kept from her.
Still, there was a certain air of patheticness that came from seeing him, a guy that was so much talk and front, vulnerable and soaked in the middle of the night. She attributed that to why she acquiesced to his request and hushed her voice when she replied. She couldn't think of much other reason that she was being so compliant, given that he still had the nerve to give her that tone. "I don't really care," she said, all the while mimicking his own harsh whisper. "They can hear about what an arse you've been to be honest." Which was still true, despite the fact that she'd submitted to hushed talking. She'd come in with the intention of not caring about what the other boys saw or heard, and that still stood even if she wasn't going to actively try to wake them up with with a loud argument. If they still were disturbed from sleep from their whispered conversation well then that was very much not her problem.
She moved closer to him then, nearer to his head and looming ever so slightly, with her hands still on her hips. It wasn't often that Dom had the advantage of height over James, and at this moment she wasn't above using any tactic to make herself feel more intimidating - and he only had himself to blame. It didn't need to be like this, she told herself, scowling down at him. She'd been driven to this by him not treating her with respect, and for that she did not need to start this conversation with any sort of civility. "Apparently you're so elusive that the only time I know I can speak to you is when you're asleep, sans-couilles." She'd promised herself she wouldn't lose her higher ground, but sometimes insults just slipped out. "So," she said, eyes narrowed. "Are you going to start explaining yourself or do I need to hex you again?" And at this point, she really wasn't above that, so he'd do well to watch himself.
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Post by James Sirius Potter on Jul 26, 2019 20:09:51 GMT
Quite clear that he was going to receive no assistance from his cousin in getting himself both dry and warm, the water on his skin beginning to assimilate to the temperature of the room, James shuffled around his sheets in desperate search for his wand while refusing to turn his head completely away from Dom. He was not convinced that she wouldn’t splash him again. He’d correctly assumed that there would be hell to pay, but not only for the poorly timed and minded fornication of mistakes previous, but of his decision to avoid her at (and before) every opportunity. Securing his wand, it was only a moment before he was completely cured of his woe, but he still sprang out of bed to paw at the jersey quidditch shorts and Gryffindor t-shirt draped over the footboard of his four-poster.
“What an arse I’ve been?” He developed the nerve to retort, now sufficiently jolted from his sleep that sleepy fear was quickly being replaced by displeasure. Apprehensive displeasure, but displeasure all the same. As his t-shirt squeeze over his matted hair and his head popped into view, he continued to hiss at her. “Move, move- common room, go!” She was directly in front of him, eyes narrowing dangerously, so he placed his hands, every so delicately so as not to make her think he would push her, and tapped her a bit towards the common room door. “No hexes- no fucking wands- common room, move!” He continued to flap his hands in a sweeping motion, flurrying towards the steps to the common room, which he bolted down ahead of her in order to run to the opposite side of the nearest couch, hoping to put some distance, and some cushions, between him and his very pissed off cousin.
“Explain myself? As if I did something wrong?” There was a voice in his head, the same one that kept him from shoving her out of his face a moment ago, the same one that had bothered him for weeks about this very possibility, of her rage. Charlotte Gate 2021. He knew very well that they did not go weeks without speaking, and he was a fool to think he could petition against the idea of it being acceptable. But hardheadedness ran in the family- it was only a virtue when your morals were aligned.
“I haven’t the slightest about what could really have you all wound up. Because if it’s what I think you think it is, I think it’s fucking ridiculous.”
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Post by Dominique E. Weasley on Jul 29, 2019 13:05:16 GMT
Dom had anticipated that James would be stubborn about this. She’d thought a lot, honestly, about what his reaction might be when she woke him up - she had actually had to lay awake for a while in her own dorm before she deemed it the right time to march over to the boys’. With the gentle breathing and snores of the other Gryffindor girls around her, Dom had laid on her back, staring up at the top of her four poster bed as she mulled over everything she wanted to say to him, and trying to envision what he would have to say back. It was a dangerous thing really, leaving Dom to her thoughts like this. There had been times - brief and amazing as they were but they definitely existed - times when she’d been able to logic her way out of her own inner emotional turmoil before it bubbled over. Usually it was done with the aid of another voice in the room for her to bounce thoughts off of, but she’d been able to do it for herself before too. However, a lot of the time, leaving Dom alone in such a mood meant that she was just left to stew. And stewing tended to mean going round in circles or hyping herself up to a place of no return.
Certainly in this case she’d spent a lot of time laying there thinking about how the James she’d known all her life was going to make this as difficult as it had to be, and was likely to fight her every step of the way - which, you know, did nothing to make her feel less pissed at him. If anything imagining the way he’d answer back only leant to her being more annoyed before the conversation had even started. It was unfortunate really, if Miles had been there he might have pointed out that she was being slightly unreasonable for getting angry at an argument she was having in her head and that probably wasn’t the best way to get into a conversation on the right footing. But she was, in fact, alone, and lacked in that level of self awareness when it came to her own emotional state.
She watched him flounder in stony silence, feeling a flicker of anger through the mostly annoyance she already felt at his protestations. She raised an eyebrow as she stared at him, but as he started to bustle them out of the dorm and down the stairs into the common room she acquiesced to follow him. It helped, honestly. Any guilt she might have felt at waking anyone else up had disappeared, and she doubted she’d feel any qualms at holding back any of her thoughts once they were alone. Once they reached the empty room and he turned to face her again, she placed her hands on her hips once more, hips cocked (and wand still out). But then it came - the first real challenge, and Dom felt herself let the floodgates she’d been propping up for hours blast open.
“Oh really?” she started, her eyebrows shooting up. “Well I suppose you’re going to have to tell me what you think it is that I’m mad about given that apparently everything’s just kept a secret from me now! Apparently I just have to wait until the school newspaper talks about it until I’m allowed to know anything about my supposed best friends.” She could feel her cheeks heating up as her anger started to bubble up and out of her. “Or sometimes I get to know by accident from someone else’s hext that they just happened to share with me.” And yeah, she hadn’t known she was still mad about the Quidditch thing at the beginning of the year, but there it was. “Because why would my friends ever want to talk to me ever! Beats me!”
Post by James Sirius Potter on Jul 29, 2019 14:40:01 GMT
Weasley stubbornness ran very deep, and they both had it in heaps. Most of their family did too, each in their own way. But there was an impudence, a sincere presentation of Potter persistence and Delacour determination that had them each squarely in their stance, two lions rearing for their cause. Sure, they’d had it out before. James loved to play the devil’s advocate to her righteous crusader, a meddler at heart, incapable of resisting an opportunity to pounce into unsuspecting parlay. But had they had it out? A tiny knot in his throat, dry from sleep (or this restlessness?), told him otherwise, that perhaps they might really fight after all. It was certainly not a knot large enough to quell him, he, James, who did nothing but bawk in response to a challenge, the only defense he had being that of aggressive offensive motion.
“Since when do I need to share with you every time I get after it?!” His voice was rising, interrupting over her at her mention of the school newspaper, that blasted bit of shoddy tabloid that has single handedly sent his entire spring into a downward spiral, exposed him as a drunken slob, and tampered with a hesitantly optimistic relationship with Cece. One that, somehow, had resisted every opportunity that had arisen to ruin it. It was part of the reason he wanted to forget it had ever happened- why go over it again and again, even for Dominique? Especially for Dominique, apparently, since she should want him to just settle down and finally be happy with something? “But Charlotte, your supposed best friend- no consequences for her because she’s all fine and dandy?” He would barely let her finish before he started up again, but she caught him off-guard, as there was no question what she had referred to next.
His lips pressed together, and an odd shot of air burst out of his nostrils, the lines on his forehead crunching into a stance of anger against his eyebrows. Each side of his face felt warm, and it was surely not the dying fire to his left. He wanted to continue to yell, and his jaw flexed as though he would, but words were failing to format at the front of his mouth, too many possibilities marred with things he simply couldn’t bring himself to say, things he might not be quite aware of, feelings packed and pounded away into little compartments of his brain that had been forced shut and filed away for good fucking reason.
“Are you capable of letting anything go? Or are we really all absolutely helpless until you’ve inserted yourself and saved the fucking day?” He was starting down a dangerous path with a cacklingly stern tone of voice, informed by red hot rage, and it was one that had no return.“James quit the quidditch team- let’s get on about it and pester him until he realizes he’s made the wrong decision...how perfectly inappropriate of him! Let’s make sure everyone knows how troubling this is even though they don’t know the first thing about why he may have wanted out of all of it... Oh no! James and Charlotte fucked! Let me insert my nose in their fucking business and make a decided moral ruling on their choices, because I really know better, even though I don’t know the first thing about fucking in the first place.”
It was the cruelest he’d ever been towards her, bar none, beyond none, and as soon as he’d finished his charade he was acutely aware of it. But he was much too angry, overwhelmed, to apologize. “Yeah,” he said, still shouting, but back to his own tone of voice, his own scratchy bark. “…why would I want to talk to you about it?”
Post by Dominique E. Weasley on Aug 2, 2019 13:05:44 GMT
Hypocritical, really. That’s all Dom could think to herself as James’ rant began and his volume started to increase exponentially. That not even two minutes ago he was worried about what his friends might think of him, to now being loud enough the whole tower might wake up to the hollering, let alone just his dorm. On his head be it, she thought snidely to herself. She had nothing to be embarrassed about. What had she done? Well certainly James seemed to think she’d done something, given the vitriol he was happily ready to spit back at her the second he had the opportunity to. She stared coldly back at him, as he tried to turn on her, as if she could be manipulated into feeling bad for doing nothing. Typical man, refusing to acknowledge that his actions have consequences and lashing out at those who are willing to challenge him.
And Merlin was he really trying to hit somewhere it hurt. It made her wonder if he was wilfully obtuse or it was just a coping mechanism he wasn’t aware of having, to let himself continue through his life without thinking about anything he did. Yes, she wondered why she was comfortable still with Lottie, when the girl had tearfully apologised for shutting her out and they’d been able to have a normal, comfortable discussion about how and why their feelings had been hurt. Lottie too, who didn’t seem to have this history or pattern that James was starting to develop of refusing to treat his friends like his friends, then start throwing out accusations when they try to address it. And frankly, Dom was starting to reach her limit with putting up with it. “I don’t care who you sleep with - I care when everyone around me is keeping secrets from my like I’m some - pissing - time bomb!” She huffed. “And Lottie showed me that she actually gave a fuck about my feelings, unlike you.”
And that’s what it was all coming down to, really. Dom had little to no interest in her cousin’s sex life - frankly a lot of the time she could do with not knowing it, so why had all of this really, really bothered her so much? She’d told herself at first that she was worried about both of them - about how this casual hook-up could affect their friendship with each other, but also all the people around them. They were part of a close-knit group of family and friends, and something like this could get complicated with feelings involved. Dom had seen that often enough as she’d observed the complications of dating and romance in Hogwarts. But it was more than that, she’d realised as she felt anger start to fester after her initial shock. She was offended. Because this had been kept a secret, from her, personally and purposefully. And why? There was something, deep down in the core of Dominique Weasley that was starting to get mortally wounded - because she had a feeling starting to form that the people she treasured most had no respect for her.
There’d been a class in third year - a theory class, one of the more dull Defence Against the Dark Arts classes, when they’d learned about Veelas. Dominique already knew of course, how could she not she technically was one, but there was something so awfully jarring about the clinical way her biology was dissected on a textbook page. A couple of dismissive sentences on how to skirt around a Veela’s stronger emotions, how to deal with their volatility, about how to protect yourself from it. It occurred to her, looking down at that paragraph then, that even if she didn’t turn into a harpy, was this how people would look on her? Would she be stuck without ever feeling like she had validity in expressing her emotions, without judgement? She’d closed the book, and tried to ignore people looking at her intermittently for the rest of the class. She didn’t want to give them the satisfaction.
But here she was now and once she’d had the thought, she couldn’t stop thinking it. They’d not told her because they had assumed she’d get angry with them. Not the why she would feel any sort of way, just the supposed outcome, because that’s how you deal with Dom. That’s what they thought about her. And Merlin did she resent it - she really fucking resented the way she was being goaded into this, the way her feelings wouldn't be respected in the same way, but she was allowed to have this. She was allowed to feel hurt about this.
“You’re a pig,” she started. Her stare was ice cold, her scowl intense with her dark, thick eyebrows furrowed in her anger. “No wonder Cece is trying to avoid you like the plague, if this is the way you treat people who give a shit about you.” Her lip wobbled slightly, and she didn’t have the energy to figure out whether it was from hurt or anger or what. “Is that really what you think about me? Well thanks. You’re a class fucking act, James.” She shook her head in disgust. “Oh - and thanks for validating any concerns I might have had about you hurting Lottie’s feelings by the way! And can you believe I was actually concerned about your feelings as well? Well clearly not, because apparently me trying to act like a friend to you is a foreign concept you don’t seem to understand.” Her grip on her hips were tightening as her tension didn’t stop building. “Do us all a favour and think about one person other than yourself for twenty seconds.”
Post by James Sirius Potter on Aug 8, 2019 17:04:20 GMT
The tension in his temples was starting to build, a familiar feeling he’d dealt with for years. It started with irritation- it could be anything. He was easily wound-up. Being scolded for flying too far from the house when he was little. The sound of a bludger whiffing by his good arm. Years of Cece’s teasing. And every single expectation. It would either settle, or build, careen into a nose-dive of frustration, typically anger. And he would shout, and fight, and rage. And he would do that until he couldn’t do that anymore. Until there was no more justification to his action, no argument to stand behind, and he was pretty damn good at finding and keeping one. Anything that kept him from having to talk about what really bothered him, or how he was really feeling. Not that he was quite aware of it.
And then he’d stop. Duck out. End it, whatever it was. Slam the door. Think about another girl. Quit the quidditch team.
Not today, obviously, but on any given day, inside of a deeply hypothetical world where James Potter was the least bit self-aware, if asked who he considered to be his best friend, nine times out of ten, the only believable answer would be his cousin. The one currently in front of him, of course, as there were approximately two thousand others. She was the only person who knew how to challenge him. She was the only person who simultaneously put up with and did not stand for his bullshit. She grew up with him. She knew him better than his own siblings did. And yet, none of that could be formulated and pressed to the front of his mind where logic made its home for other people, instead where his conscious belief, that she was just one more person who would dissect him at leisure, bore holes in his brain.
He wouldn’t have it. He couldn’t have it. And as she scathed at him, well within her right, as he had lashed out in the worst way, in a way no one deserved, especially her, he finally stood still, his chest heaving, the nose-dive well past, impact on the horizon. His jaw was clenched, and then shifting from side to side, each hit on her list adding another muscle tension. He’d truly never seen her like this. But it was hard to be phased when he was just so angry.
Why was he so angry?
Because he’d finally done something for himself that he thought was the right thing, left the team that was bringing him much too much pressure and pain, and it was considered selfish? That when he later did the exact opposite, the absolute wrong thing, he was berated even further?
Was it selfish to want a break even if he was incapable of asking for it?
His lips were pressed together to keep from yelling over her- even though he wanted to, he hated that he wanted to hear what she had to say more. When she seemed to come to pause he exploded like a canon, arms flying into the air, the hysterics to which they’d risen completely outside any realm of reality. It wouldn’t be long before they (he) woke someone up. “Maybe I think about myself a little too much but you’d do well to think about others a little less, Weasley! I don’t know what you hit your head on as a kid to think that you’re the saving grace we all need to keep our lives in order but I’ll tell you what, you’re not it!” He was breathing heavily, erratically, like he’d just landed from a match. One that he’d lost.
“I don’t need you mediating my feelings. I’m fine. It’s fucking fine.” It definitely wasn’t fine. “We wouldn’t even be YELLING RIGHT NOW if you weren’t….weren’t…like this! Invasive! Impenetrably moral! Entitled to being involved in my whole life!” She’d become quite the metaphor.
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Post by Dominique E. Weasley on Aug 9, 2019 16:31:03 GMT
Dominique really thought that she knew James Potter - and could she really be blamed for believing that? They’d known each other their whole lives, with only a few months separating their births. They were cousins in an abominibally close knit family that loved the fact that they lived on top of each other, and large enough that there was always some celebration that gave them the excuse to come together and be in each other’s company. Especially with her father - any opportunity Bill Weasley had to bring his kids along to see family, off they went, so Dom had had what she’d considered the charmed upbringing of being surrounded by loved ones.
And James had been a central part of that - in a group so big, age really meant something, and as often as their were automatically grouped together, the two of them also naturally were drawn to each other. They were similar in a lot of ways - energetic, go-getting, and always up for starting new games or going on new adventures. They had the same brand of stubbornness, and unwillingness to step back from an argument because they knew they were right. And although that might not always mean everything was plain sailing between the two of them, there was a bond so intrinsic that they shared that Dom had never really considered the possibility that it could be weakened in any way. They got each other, they’d seen how the other had grown and changed, and she thought she understood him. But Dom didn’t understand the boy in front of her at all.
She didn’t quite know how that was possible, as she struggled to reconcile what she thought she knew about him in her mind, and how badly she’d seemingly predicted this going. But perhaps it was worse than all that - perhaps it wasn’t just that she didn’t know him because of her own ignorance, but more because he actively didn’t want her to know him anymore. It was a possibility that she’d never considered but here, up against this now, the thought couldn’t help but cross her mind. All she knew was that this wasn’t a James that she thought she knew - that James could be sharp and dismissive, especially when heated, but she’d never known him to be so intentionally cruel. She’d expected push back when she confronted him, she’d expected him to not give in to what she was saying right away, but the degree at which he’d turned this back to her took her aback as much as it infuriated her.
But that was the issue really, for as much as she was getting more and more wounded as he kept going on, Dom’s first and only instinct was to dig deep and stand her ground. Any hurt or confusion was buried deep and untouchable as she was being confronted by this spitting, unrelenting anger that emanated from his words and seemed to crackle in the tense air between them. “Do you realise how - inhuman you sound?” she shouted, and she couldn’t help her volume rising to meet his, losing any pretence of trying to keep a higher moral ground. “I care too much about other people? Giving a shit is what - fucking - keeps people together!”
She took a step forward, her arm coming up to point at him accusingly as she spoke, her gestures taught with the tension throughout her body. “But we wouldn’t be yelling if you thought about how anything you did affected other people! Or didn’t avoid me when I’m just trying to be your friend! Because sure that SCREAMS a person who is doing perfectly fine.” She sneered. “You’re just afraid because I’m the only person in this castle that’s willing to step up and call you out.” She threw her arms up. “And if you got your head out of your arse for five minutes you’d realise that me trying to get you to talk to me isn’t a lecture!” And she could feel it bubbling up out of her, getting louder and louder as she did so. “That maybe there’s an actual bloody reason I’m fucking FURIOUS with you!”
tagged: James Sirius Potter words: 693 notes: the problem is the only thing Dom is not eloquent about is her feelings. and she's trying to tell him, but has no idea how to be like "you hurt my feelings and here's why". rip.