Post by Dominique Weasley on Jan 25, 2014 14:19:25 GMT -5
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GENDER
QUIDDITCH PLAYER
HALF-BLOOD
HETEROSEXUAL
EMMA ROBERTS
DOMINIQUE ADELE WEASLEY
 Dominique Adele Weasley is a name that ought to strike horror into a person's heart; at least, in her humble opinion it should. She may barely be over the grand-height of five-foot-two and equipped with too-large brown eyes and long, startling blonde hair, which can tend to give people the wrong impression of harmlessness, or innocence. Born into the famous Weasley clan, she's one of the many cousins - the family seems to sprawl over Hogwarts and Britain itself, and the year Dom was born was quite a year for the family indeed; her cousins Rose, Albus, Molly and Roxanne were also born that year, and when she went to Hogwarts you could barely breathe for bumping into Weasleys. The daughter of Bill Weasley and Fleur Weasley nee Delacour, she already had something of a legacy to live up to; not only were they war heroes, but Bill Weasley was remembered as a charming, handsome lad in Hogwarts, Quidditch Captain and Head Boy, and came out of a fight with Fenrir Greyback, even if he still has the scars to show for it, and her mum - or her Maman, as she called her when she was younger and used to frequently babble in French top-speed - was a competitor in the Tri-Wizard Tournament (along with her Uncle Harry) and was exceptionally beautiful. As one-quarter Veelas often are. Dom's gotten very used to watching men drool around her mum, and she's not sure if she finds it deeply aggravating or hilarious. She managed to nab the long, blonde hair and the slender legs from her mum, but the willowy beauty, Dom feels, is sort of lacking. Dominique was the second of Bill and Fleur's children, born seven years after her older sister Victoire, and she was a nightmare of a baby. People would often be fooled by her heap of blonde curls, but if anyone ever got her to be quiet it was an outright miracle - she shrieked the place down all day and half the night, and she was forever crawling into troublesome spots. Her brother, Louis, was born the next year and Dom turned into even more of a handful. While Louis was a perfectly pleasant baby, Dominique almost got worse and worse, always scribbling on walls with crayons and, when she started to walk and run, hiding from her parents in the most inventive nooks and crannies. She wasn't at all gentle with her brother, either - no matter how much her parents tried to impress on her that Louis wasn't a toy, she seemed to think he was as indestructible as she assumed she was. She was a serious daddy's girl when she was younger, too - a total tom-boy at heart, she outright refused to wear anything remotely dressy, and if ever her mother managed to squeeze her into something frilly for a fancy occasion she'd scowl and rip it up on purpose and end up getting it all muddy. She'd make her dad give her piggy-backs all the time and play-fight with him and clambered at him to teach her how to play Quidditch. Dominique was always a tiny thing, but she was sparky and resourceful, and picked up Quidditch amazingly quickly. She was fiercely competitive from a young age, too - she got too many times out when she was younger for attempting to shove other people off of their brooms, and it's a habit that she still hasn't really kicked. She dedicated a ton of her time to flying, declaring that she'd beat all of her uncles and aunts and cousins at Quidditch, they'd all see - and by the time she was nine or ten she was a lot better than most other kids, and she'd frequently zoom around the countryside and badger everyone around her into playing Quidditch with her. Some kids stick very close to the rules, and others purposefully break them, but Dominique often acted like there weren't rules at all - or that, if there were, they didn't apply to her. She generally did exactly what she wanted, and she became brash and fiesty and fierce. She learned how to swear and chuck insults around and tried desperately to keep up with her cousins, particularly the boys. She was always up for a fight, and often wore boys' clothes, because she frequently wished that she was born a boy. She even cut off all her hair once - unfortunately, she did it all herself and it looked diabolical. Her mother was furious and had to fix it up as best as she could, leaving Dom with a pixie cut for a rather long time. Dominique would often lie and swear that she wasn't scared of anything, but that first day of Hogwarts, she was quite scared, and because of this her antics got rather worse. She bounded onto the train with her cousins and raced up and down through it, domineering her compartment and throwing back her hair and showing off to everyone. She was just coming out of her tomboy phase - in some trepidation - but still felt as though she got on better with boys than girls, and so focused most of her time on making sure all of the boys knew that she was just as tough as them. She wanted, more than anything, to be a Gryffindor, and she wasn't disappointed at all - the minute the hat touched her head it proclaimed her a Gryffindor, and a minute or so later she was joined by her cousin and good friend, Rose Weasley. That was also when she met Chloe Nott, blonde and naive and quite the opposite of Dom in many ways, but she became good friends with her almost immediately, along with the other girls in their dorm. Obviously, with Dom around, there were occasional arguments - she was so used to getting what she wanted that, on occasion, it can be a pain to live with her, and her brashness and downright honesty to the point of sheer bitchiness often got peoples' backs up. On the whole, however, she certainly wasn't friendless, although she was somewhat prejudiced towards Slytherins in particular - Dom's such a loud, forthright person that she immediately suspects anyone sly or cunning and often jumped to conclusions about people being smarmy. Her Professors seemed divided on their opinions of her - it was obvious that she wasn't stupid in the slightest, but she tended to get into trouble and often ended up distracting the class entirely, and she lacked respect quite often. Her homework was never done particularly well, either, and her tests were usually only passable; in those first few years she barely scraped through half of her subjects. Charms was probably her best, because it was easy enough to her, and she thought Defence Against the Dark Arts was cool but she didn't like the whole 'learning' aspect. Transfiguration and History of Magic was where she really fell down; frankly, she couldn't care less about them, and she was utterly terrible. The only class she excelled in was when they had their first flying lesson, and she proved that all of her talk was totally true. Smug, she zoomed around the grounds at top speed, flying circles around most of the others. The first few years at Hogwarts were a time where Dominique really began to accept herself - although she'd always had lots of fake-it-till-you-make-it confidence, she was always marginally worried about how she looked. She detested being so small, and had to be extra-loud in order to make up for it; she though her nose was too long and her face too harsh and her ankles too skinny, and she didn't see at all when the Veela genes were going to kick in. She toyed around a bit with make-up, but never quite got the hang of it. She also began to embrace the fact that she was girl - for so long she'd pushed the way the thought of being female, associating it with being weak, but she began to realise that that wasn't the case at all. Women weren't weak - not her mum, not her nan, not any of her aunties, and she realised that she could parade around in short-skirts and toss her hair about and do typically 'girly' things and not be weak. She wasn't even sure why she'd always associated girly-ness with weakness - after all, she thought, her brother was a total muppet, and he was a bloke. (Her brother wasn't actually a muppet, but that was how she always referred to him. He'd always be her little muppet of a brother.) She came to realise, once she hit thirteen, that it didn't really matter what other people thought of her, and that it didn't really matter what she looked like, either. Hell, the Veela genes were burrowed underneath there somewhere, and they'd probably show themselves at some point. And so Dom hacked three inches off her school skirt, and continued hacking every year until it was almost indecently short. To solve the problem of her being vertically challenged, she took to wearing ludicrously high heels, and became an expert at walking in them. She adopted a sort of scruffy style, a mish-mash of things - she'd wear too-big plaid shirts, nicked from her dad, and tiny skirts or shorts, and she chucked all of her make-up away. Until her third-year she'd been almost opposed to anything romantic or sexual with boys entirely, but she had her first snogging session at thirteen, hungry for something rebellious and wild, something she could boast about. Unfortunately, there wasn't much boasting to be had - "he just stuck his tongue in my throat," she cried dramatically when she informed her friends about it. "It was gross. What the hell are all those movies and books on about? Christ!" Dominique had never been a romantic soul, and to this day has never been in a relationship, but she continued snogging boys at random, unashamedly on the search for someone with a more refined technique. She also began drinking and partying, and the first time she did so she ended up getting violently sick and had the worst hangover in the world (until the next time, obviously). Almost everyone knew her - she got a reputation as a party girl, the crazy Weasley, totally not to be crossed. Third-year was also the year that she got onto the Gryffindor Quidditch team. There were a certain amount of raised eyebrows when she appeared at the try-outs, so tiny and dainty-looking, but she regarded everyone with a cool, impassive expression, and when she sauntered onto the pitch and mounted her broom she knew that she was going to get on. And she did - she became a chaser, and she was exceptionally good, although her build, she knew, was more suited to a seeker. The job of a seeker wasn't one for her, however - she far more enjoyed being caught right in the middle of the action, and she was usually the chaser who scored the most goals in the entire match. She worked tirelessly, fiercely, and although she was a huge asset to the team she was also often called out for her consistent fouls. The Quidditch Captain often solemnly informed her that he'd have to kick her off the team if she insisted on nearly knocking everyone else off their broom, but she knew she wouldn't be chucked. Not a chance. She shaped up to be one of the best Quidditch players Hogwarts had ever seen, and she was crazy competitive. The years flew by and Dominique found her life filled with an appropriate amount of excitement - she drank, she smoked, she dabbled in everything and anything she could, she flirted with guys, she nearly got into fights, she got more detentions than any one person should. Her school-work steadily got worse and worse, and she often rolled her eyes at teachers if they threatened to write to her parents. Sometimes she didn't show up to class at all. She knew exactly where she was going - she wanted to be a professional Quidditch Player, and she was good enough to make it. Studying would be fruitless. Stupidity. If anyone ever suggested that she might not make it, she'd snort at them. And it was fair enough, really - Dominique was more than good enough, and everyone knew it. Sometimes she was, perhaps, slightly over-zealous, and her technique would have to be worked on to a certain extent, but it was hard to imagine Dominique not getting what she wanted. Although Dom had many friends, she also made many enemies - rambunctious, brash, loud-mouthed and, at times, truly bitchy, Dom practically invited enemies and rivals. She also tended to hurt peoples' feelings without meaning to, and she could go wild at the slightest criticism. A boy once announced that she was a tease in front of a bunch of people at the common room and she'd had to be hauled away from him by about three people. As time went on, however, she learned how to take someone down with a mere sneer or nasty comment. Those were almost as bad as the punches. In ways, however, there's a certain vulnerability to Dominique, and she has a decent heart underneath it all. Try as she might, she can't help being quite freaked out if a guy seems to really fancy her, and although she refused practically every date or potential boyfriend and stuck mostly to gropes in broom cupboards, she's not exactly sure why it is that she doesn't want a relationship, why she backs away from the thought of someone loving her. She's always insisted that she's young, she doesn't need to be tied down - but it's so few people who know the real Dominique, and she just can't imagine someone loving her, really and truly loving her, and knowing everything about her, and knowing that she's probably not as tough as she makes out. She's still very outspoken towards weakness, and she hates anyone seeing her upset - if anyone saw her cry she'd probably die from embarrassment and get very angry with them indeed. She loves her family an awful lot, although she jokes around and insults them. She wouldn't be overly defensive about them - if one of them got into trouble, she'd encourage them to man up and deal with it themselves. But she'll always be there to help them through thick and thin. She doesn't do big, emotional talks, or deep and meaningful, but if something's wrong with one of her cousins she'll come over armed with a big bottle of firewhiskey and tons of food. And if any of them are moping around or acting silly, she'll be the first person to march over and give them a piece of her mind. Out of love, mind you. And she really does love her brother, although she'll call him an awful muppet and make fun of him regularly. She hates that he's gotten far bigger than her - she has to crane her head to see his face - but she still thinks she could take him in a fight. She's particularly good at hair-pulling. Although rumours have flown about regarding Dominqiue's sex-life, she's still a virgin. She'll deny the rumours vehemently, but not many people can seem to believe that she's never slept with someone, and it drives her wild. She isn't quite sure how she got out of Hogwarts still a virgin herself, actually - but she's always had very high standards, and she refused to sleep with any loser, or dosser, or idiot. She'd probably snog them, and go a bit further, but she sees her virginity as a prized possession and she's not going to hand it over to just any idiot because they have a slightly charming smile. And, at eighteen, she feels that it's gotten to the point where she can't turn around and have it off with a random, which is rather frustrating, but there you go. She graduated from Hogwarts with absolutely terrible NEWTs - she bombed most of the papers - but ended up as a reserve for Puddlemere United, so she couldn't care less about her awful grades. Although marginally worried about becoming an adult, she refused to show it to anyone but her dad. Much to her horror, she came home the night after she graduated (they'd all gone out, of course, and she'd gotten rip-roaring drunk) and found her mum had gone out, and her dad was sitting at the table on his own. He positively beamed at her when she came in, because they already knew that she was to be a Puddlemere reserve, and she couldn't help it; she burst into tears. She hadn't cried in front of anyone in such a long time that it was rather shocking to the both of them. She sat beside her dad and put her head on his shoulder and positively howled, and he put his arms around her and told her that he was so very proud of her. She sorted herself out as soon as possible, punching his shoulder and sniffing and telling him to get off of her, but she allowed him a watery smile and informed him that he was okay, as far as men went. He laughed at that, and promised he wouldn't inform her mother about her crying. They never spoke about that little incident again, which Dominique is pleased about - it still embarrasses her, even if it was only her dad. Much to everyone's surprise, Dominique had been saving up for years, and, with some help from her parents, began renting a flat in London. She loves living on her own, and has people over as much as she can, often throwing small, yet wild get-togethers and knocking back as many shots as she pleases. She's stayed firm friends with a select few from Hogwarts, and a firm rival to others, and loves playing Quidditch for Puddlemere, even though, at the minute, she's only a reserve. She's had to reel in some of her cockiness on the pitch - the Captain's a tough one, and he's informed her many times that her attitude won't get her anywhere. She's sure he likes her, though, despite it all, and she's friendly with most of the team, although they all see her as quite wild, which she supposes she is. She hasn't changed much; there was no lightning bolt, no sudden transformation into an adult. She's become better at handling money, but she can still blow it all on booze, and she's still a romantic misfit at the best of times. She's not the same girl she used to be, however; although there are moments of insecurity, she's found herself a lot happier, a lot more confident than she ever was before. And the nervousness about the future is almost refreshing - it's the next challenge, but she's got the drive and ambition to get through it all without one perfect blonde hair coming out of place. ALIAS AGE ZONE |
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