avoidance tactics [louis]

[Dominique E. Weasley]

Without thinking, Dom moved to tuck her hair behind her shoulder, as it often used to fall forward as she was leant over her work. It was a habit that she’d subconsciously picked up over the years, so she couldn’t help but be confused for a second when her hand missed entirely and was just met with the air. She blinked and then all of a sudden it came to her - oh, right. The length Rasha had cut it to barely met her shoulders, let alone be long enough to need to be flicked behind her. And she liked it- she’d had her hair this short before, sometime in fifth year when she’d been suddenly prompted by the desire to have a change up, but it had only been a few days and she was still getting used to it, she supposed. She didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about her appearance, so these sorts of reminders seemed to throw her when she was suddenly confronted with it.

And it wasn’t just her who’d noticed. A ‘crisis haircut’ indeed, Dom thought darkly, thinking back on Toby’s hext to her the other day. She frowned, looking back down at her parchment and willing herself to fall back into the zone of concentration she’d managed before. It was almost worse that she couldn’t decide what to be frustrated with the most: that she’d actually been having a bit of a wobble, or that she was being so transparent that everyone could identify that she was having a wobble. It all felt very exposing, and Dom was beginning to regret making a decision that was quite so external. Without even really meaning to, she found her gaze had drifted away from her work and to the groups of people around her - and it hadn’t been the first time that afternoon, she’d let this happen.

In a move entirely unlike herself, she admitted defeat and started to pack away her things; she wasn’t going to be making any progress here while she kept making any excuse to look at anything other than her work. As quietly as she could manage, she slipped out of the library, and hoped she imagined the eyes that were on her as she did so. The Gryffindor Common Room would be a much better place to work anyway, she figured, taking the staircase and gracefully balancing her weight as it began to move under her feet. March was seeing its first bit of half way decent weather and anyone who wasn’t working in the library were probably outside, trying their best to enjoy what free time they had left before they hurtled head first into exam season.

tagged: Louis Arthur Weasley
words: 449
notes: look im not procrastinating

[Louis Arthur Weasley]

There was always a bit of an edge, Louis found, to sucking someone off in a room that members of his family slept in, and he didn’t mean that in an exciting way - more of a deeply terrifying and disturbing one. James and Fred were absolutely fine, and indeed, their roommate was also absolutely fine, but he didn’t really need those particular worlds to collide. But he’d been avoiding his dorm since Miles and Toby had apparently got together the weekend previous, and he and Alex hadn’t seen each other in a while, and what else was he supposed to do when double potions were on, and anyway they’d had to finish up far too quickly just so Louis could breathe.  

He couldn’t wait to be out of the castle and no longer having to make every decision based on which member of his extended family was most likely to walk round the next corner. Louis loved his cousins, he had no reason not to, but he didn’t necessarily like most of them most of the time. He particularly didn’t like them infringing on his already limited sex life, the next limit of which was the Charms essay he had to finish before Astronomy that night.  

Kissing Alex goodbye, his mouth still minty from borrowed toothpaste (again, he was trying not to think about who used the bathroom), Louis sauntered down the stairs, straightening his tie and meeting any glances on his way out with a raised eyebrow. He could reasonably make it to the library in twenty minutes, giving at least an hour of reading time before he’d have to start thinking about food, he thought, looking at his watch. Stepping onto the staircase, he almost didn’t give the blonde girl moving up it a second glance, so long had it been since he’d seen his sister’s hair this short.  

words: 312

tagged: Dominique E. Weasley

notes: here we gooooo

[Dominique E. Weasley]

She was usually better at not thinking about things than this. Dominique considered this, and tried not to scowl at the fact. She rarely went through times in her life where she was distracted by something that was either bothering her or caught her attention by accident: Dom Weasley was a creature that only ever moved with purpose. If anything, when there were times in her life that did leave her with pockets of indecision or questions in her brain, she was able to use that to funnel all her energy even more into what was important to her, eventually leaving any of those periphery issues to the wayside to be dealt with another day (or not at all).

This, unfortunately, was a time that seemed to be an exception to that rule. She wasn’t sure why - and she wasn’t even sure that she wanted to know why either - but she was quite clear on the fact that she didn’t like it at all.

What was worse was even actively trying to ignore it wasn’t working. Usually, these thought processes didn’t require her active involvement - she was able to be passive as her brain did its thing and righted itself to focus her back on what was important to her. Now for some reason she having to actually push through it herself (you know, something that required even more brain space on something that was ultimately so stupid and a waste of her time - ) and even that wasn’t working.

Like - she had a shower that morning. There was a bruise on her thigh. It was big, she wasn’t sure where it had come from and it threw her for a second. And then the thought: oh yeah, the party. So here she was walking round with a great big reminder on her leg that hurt when her bag brushed against it, so then every time something touched her leg she thought about the fact she didn’t actually know how she’d even got that bruise because she’d got so drunk and embarrassing -

“Lou.” It slipped out of her in surprise as her twin suddenly appeared in front of her. He must have been coming down from the Gryffindor Tower, but she hadn’t even clocked him until he was by her side, so lost she was in her own thoughts. She stopped in her tracks and leaned against the staircase (still unable to ignore the ache of that bloody bruise as she did so). “Have you just come from Gryffindor?”

tagged: Louis Arthur Weasley
words: 421
notes: a post? it's more likely than you think