WEASLEY, dominique sophie

[dominique sophie weasley]

DOMINIQUE SOPHIE WEASLEY

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I own a slang that you'll
never pronounce
Wild-child like you
wouldn't know
Young reckless offspring
That's out of control
Blasting me up
Up... up... I go
Rebel, Am I?
Who... me? Oh no...

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[/b] Dominique Sophie Weasley
AGE/DOB: 16- 3rd November
YEAR: 6th
HOUSE: Gryffindor
OCCUPATION: Student
AFFILIATION: Order by association
SEXUALITY: She likes the boys[/SIZE]
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[/b] Dominique’s hair is a silky light blonde. It is waist length and neither wavy nor straight. It’s usually left loose hanging down her back but when she’s playing quidditch she puts it up in a bun/ponytail. Because it’s so long it gets in the way a lot so it’s held out of her face with a thin black hair band adorned with a small bow.
EYE DETAILS: Her eyes are a deep stormy blue framed with long dark lashes. They’re often outlined with smoky black eyeliner and a dusting of purple or blue eye shadow. Dominique’s eyes are big and expressive and those who are close enough to her can tell what she is feeling just by looking into them.
WEIGHT/BUILD: Dominique is very willowy and slender, with a waifish figure. She has a thin build and weighs only 113 lbs.
HEIGHT: 5”4/5
DIFFERENCES: Just four ear piercings for now, (two on each ear) but she is determined to get a tattoo as soon as she's of age.
STYLE: Dominique isn’t too fussed about her appearance her clothes are more comfortable than stylish. She has a slightly punk style and likes wearing oversized tops. Her favourite clothes, an oversized Weird Sister's t-shirt and a pair of footless tights, emphasize her willowiness but don't harm her figure. If the weather is cold, you may see her wearing her favourite stilettos or a scuffed pair of combat boots over a pair of ripped skinny jeans. She may also don a light vintage denim jacket or a hooded leather jacket and black arm warmers depending on the weather.
During school hours, she wears a uniform, although she never wears the robes. Her tie is red and gold, the colours of Gryffindor house, and her shirt is untucked. Her pleated skirt reaches to mid thigh length and her shoes are flats or converses when she can get away with wearing them. Her jumper is tied around her waist when she isn't wearing it and all her uniform is tailored to a perfect fit, apart from her jumper which she prefers to be oversized. Her mum is always on at her for looking ‘scruffy’ but Dominique very characteristically doesn’t care.
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• Jumping on the bed
  
• Colour-changing nail varnish
  
• Weasleys Wizard Wheezes
  
• The Weird Sisters
  
• Heated discussions
  
• Flying/quidditch
  
• Jinxing people
  
• DADA
  
• Blood pops
  
• Her family
  
• Combat boots
  
• Stripes
  
• Late nights
  
• Firewhiskey
  
• Danger
  
• Storms
  
• Reading
  
• Her friends
  
• House elves (It’s more pity)
  

LOATHES:

• Pretentiousness
  
• Dressing up
  
• Silence
  
• Pumpkin juice
  
• Freckles
  
• Self deprecation (in herself and others)
  
• Her mum in a bad mood
  
• Teacher’s pets
  
• Uggs
  
• Injustice
  
• The dark
  
• Graveyards and Tombs
  
• Pain
  
• Stereotypes
  
• French food
  
• Formalitites and expectations
  
• Being treated like a young child/ patronized
  
• Plastic jewellry
  

BOGGART:
“My Boggart? Hmmm…. I’m not really sure I want to answer that question. But I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to say…. I fear losing my conscience. Obviously, I’m scared of other things too, (like the dark), but losing my conscience is just about the worst thing that could happen to me, in my opinion. Because if I lost my conscience, I’d lose all that was near and dear to me, because I’d be, in essence, a monster. I have this strange fascination with the Dark arts so if I lost my conscience then there’d be nothing to stop me becoming a Dark witch. I mean, isn’t a conscience what makes humans human?”
DEMENTOR:
“I’ve never met a Dementor, so I wouldn’t know. But I can guess. That time when I was 6 and Victoire told me I was a squib was scary. I actually believed her. She thinks it’s funny. I think she shouldn’t laugh because if I had told mum and dad then she would have been so for it. Luckily for her, I didn’t, but it was actally TERRIFYING.”
PATRONUS:
“Ah… um… my patronus? Don’t laugh, but it’s a reindeer. Ha, not really. It’s actually a hummingbird. Well that’s what is looks like anyway I can’t actually fully produce it. The memory I use to conjure it is actually quite mundane. It’s a memory of my 14th Christmas. But not the actual Christmas, just the first day of the holiday. Christmas day never passes peacefully in the Weasley household. Anyways, I’m rambling. So, there I am, just arrived home from school and unpacking in my room. Mum and Dad are downstairs, Louis is out with friends, and Toire is out visiting some friends of hers so the house is quiet. If you knew the Weasley family well then you would know that this was a very rare occurrence. Anyway, I’ve just opened my trunk and seen the giant mess that was meant to be my clothes, books, and jazz and it’s scary. It’s big and messy and I’m not bothered to put it away properly so I shut the trunk. I was going to do it the next day anyway. Then I open the window and sit on the window seat looking out at the grounds. It’s pretty, even if the peacocks have gone. Then it starts snowing. I’m serious, all these fluffy snowflakes start falling from the sky. And I don’t know if it’s the uncharacteristic peacefulness or the breathtaking view out the window but I feel really happy, just sitting there watching the snow fall.”
AMORENTIA:

• The smell of a new broom: Wood, magic, and exhilaration all rolled into one.
  
• Smoke
  
• Lemon zest
  

VERITASERUM:

• She sometimes wonders what life would be like if she were a different person/beast/affliation
  
• Okay, now THIS is a secret. When no one’s there to watch her, she really really loves to jump on the bed. She's loved it ever since she was little, but nowadays she's more discreet about it.
  
• Learned Occlumens in her fifth year but hasn’t told anyone yet.
  
• She sometimes sees flashes of future events and things that haven’t happened yet which terrifies her.
  

STRENGTHS:

• Quick thinking
  
• Ambidextrous
  
• Very convincing liar
  
• Flying
  
• Exceptional potion-maker
  
• Persistant
  
• Competitive
  
• Occlumens
  
• Very spunky/fierce
  
• Fluent at French
  

WEAKNESSES:

• The dark (nyctophobia)
  
• Short-tempered
  
• Stubborn
  
• Trusting
  
• Careless
  
• Blunt
  
• Impish
  
• Naive
  
• Rebellious
  

OVERVIEW: “I'll be honest. Most people think I'm annoying. And honestly? I am. I'm very irritating when I want to be (all the time, in other words) and I'm also extremely sarcastic. I'm a bit of a rebel too, I guess, completely unlike the daughter mum wanted me to be. Wild is my middlename and I'm a tomboy if there ever was one. Although, the rest of the family says I'm very like her: critical and blunt. That's true too, unfortunately. It's the veela blood, I think. Y'know how veelas are meant to be all passionate and all that? Well... yeah. And I'm loyal, I guess. And brave. I have to be to make Gryffindor. I live for the thrill and love taking risks. Anything dangerous I have to try.

I’m very impulsive and unpredictable and I use my emotional compass more than my moral one. I do have a strong sense of justice, I just trust myself to make the right decision according to how I’m feeling. I‘m not an extremely ambitious person although Like anyone I like getting good grades. I’m stubbornly proud and arrogant with great self-respect and any blow to my pride is never forgotten. As much as I try, I am unable to remain outwardly indifferent when angered. Over the past few years, I’ve managed to control it to a degree, but if pushed far enough then there is no power on earth that can prevent my outburst. My bad moods are feared by my friends and family, since when I’m angry, I become impatient, moody, and grouchy, as well as extremely loud. I’m never afraid to voice my opinion or discomfort, and I’m quickly angered, not being a naturally patient person, so when I lose my temper, the explosion is sure to be very loud and messy.

Plus I have this thing for breaking rules. I hate being restricted and there's not a rule out there I haven't broken. I love playing pranks on people and I tend to get on the wrong side of teachers. Which means lots of detentions. But whatever. I'm stubborn, so good luck getting me to change my mind about something. Arguing and laughing are my past times and some would call me feisty. I grate on people's nerves a lot and I probably have more than a couple of enemies. I really don't care. Couldn't care less, that's me. “[/SIZE]
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[/b] Fleur Weasley (nee Delacour), 48, housewife, Order, Beauxbatons alumni
FATHER: William (Bill) Weasley, 55, Gringotts curse-breaker, Order, Gryffindor alumni
SIBLINGS:
Victoire Weasley, 17, Hufflepuff
Louis Weasley, 15, Gryffindor
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES: The rest of the Weasley, Potter, and Delacour clan and her part kneazle kitten, Noir
WEALTH STATUS: Middle class. Her mum’s family is significantly richer than her dad’s.
BIRTHPLACE: Tinworth, Cornwall
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Shell Cottage
OVERVIEW:
I was born Dominique Sophie Weasley to my parents, Bill and Fleur Weasley on the 3rd of November 2007. Apparently I chose the worst time to be born as Mum and Dad were planning to go to France that night and I was premature anyway. And it was a stormy night so the doctor couldn’t come anyway. According to mum, I was a difficult baby and didn’t sleep at night. Plus I cried a lot. Good thing was, ‘Toire loved her baby sister (she denies it now) and actually helped look after me. And it paid out ‘cos as soon as I was able to walk I used to tag after her and annoy the hell outta her all the time. Her words, not mine. So yeah, happy childhood, loving family, perfect life. Eeeeh….not so much.

Mum and Dad loved me, of course, seeing as I was their youngest daughter and such a sweet child that I brought a smile to everyone’s face. Well, something like that. Plus the quarter veela thing kinda helped. It still does. Yes, I’ve inherited mum’s blonde hair, blue eyes, and vela good looks. I’m secretly thanksul for this- I’m really glad I didn’t get the trademark Weasley red hair but I’d never tell anyone that. Since my mum's family live in France, I visited there many times with my mum and became very close to them. Mum encouraged me and ‘Toire to become fluent speakers of french and tutored us in the language. Eventually, we became as good in french and in english, and mum is still very proud of the fact.

So anyways, I reached my 10th birthday without much of a fuss, apart from various underage quidditch injuries and temper tantrums but let’s not go into that. I began showing signs of magic when I was nine years old and although it was expected since I’m a pureblood mum and dad got quite worried because it kinda got out of control when I was annoyed or angry with anyone. But hey, ‘least I could do magic. It was a relief to me when my Hogwarts letter arrived because I was always scared I was a Squib like Victoire tried to convince me.

My school years passed relatively well (apart from the truckloads of detentions I got from my teachers for not behaving, turning up for class, playing pranks on other students, and all that jazz) until my fifth year. I was pretty much an average student so when I got my prefect letter it was... surprising. I didn't particularly enjoy being in a position of power though when all my pretty much average friends weren't there to share it. It got kinda freaky after a while. And then it got downright bad when I hexed a prefect and yadda yadda yadda.

So I lost my prefectship. So Avada Kedavra me. It wasn't that big of a deal to start with. Unfortunately, Mum and Dad didn't agree. I got that whole howler lecture thing on irresponsibility and letting them down. And my OWLs. Well, let's just say it was lucky my parents were on the verge of giving up when the results came. They were loud about it but it didn't get too bad. My lowest mark was a T in Herbology, but I never got the subject anyway. Plus I had a new wand, and that's gotta count for something.

After graduating, I want to get a job at the Daily Prophet and buy a car. Yep, that’s right, a lovely shiny fast muggle car. And learn how to drive. And get a tattoo. And get in loads of trouble with my parents but that’s irrelevant. I think they’re secretly proud of me though because of me making Gryffindor and all. Not that there’s anything wrong with the other houses, or Hufflepuff for that matter (don’t kill me ‘Toire) but Gryffindor is the awesomest is the traditional Weasley house. And we have the hottest ties. *cough* So yes. Story of my life. Try to at least look interested. [/SIZE]
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[/b] Neve
AGE: Teen
GENDER: Femme
EXPERIENCE: Not very long
MEMBER TITLE: wild child
SECRET WORD: ADMIN EDIT
ANYTHING ELSE?: … o.o
RP SAMPLE: (from another site)

Dominique smiled to herself as she ducked into Knockturn Alley. The dark, twisting alleyway had a strange pull over her and she couldn't resist sneaking into it as soon as she got the chance. Her sister and shopping mate, Victoire, was probably fuming. She hated it when she lost her very annoying younger sister and Dom was all too aware of the fact. It was probably part of the reason why she made it her job to sneak wander off at least once on every shopping trip she took with Toire, leaving her older sister furiously searching for her. It was her fault though, she insisted on dragging Dominique around with her, when she was fully aware that Dominique hated shopping, especially in boring, mundane Diagon Alley. Knockturn Alley though, was a different matter. Although Dom had never set foot there before (not like she was allowed to, her sister, not to mention her parents, would have puffs if she did) Dominique couldn't help feeling that shops specializing in the Dark Arts would be much more interesting than Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions.

Wandering down the cobbled streets, Dominique was painfully aware of how much she stuck out from all the other witches and wizards walking around. While most were dressed in dark inconspicious robes, Dom was dressed in muggle clothing. Muggle clothing. In Knockturn Alley. (The Weird Sisters t-shirt was technically half muggle but still...) It wasn't an entirely smart move on Dominique's behalf. Trying to ignore the leering and not entirely welcoming stares coming her way, Dom ducked into a shop whose name she hadn't heard before. She'd only heard of one shop: Borgin and Burkes, and this one was most definitely not it. It did have interesting artefacts on display though, and Dom found herself picking up various strange looking objects and shaking or tapping them experimentally, pretending not to have noticed the glares the shopkeeper was sending her.

She really did find the items fascinating, most probably due to their Dark nature. After hastily dropping a handful of what looked suspiciously like human fingernails and quickly exiting the store before she got a 'reprimand' from the shopkeeper, Dom carried on wandering aimlessly around, peering into shop windows and entering the occasional shop. Somewhere in the back of her mind a nagging voice that sounded suspiciously like her mother was warning her that she would get lost if she wandered any deeper into the alley. Dominique very characteristically chose to ignore the voice and carried on 'exploring'. The next second, however, she found herself looking into the face (or what she assumed was the face) of a dark hooded figure. Dominique, more than a little afraid, made to dodge past, but the person apparently had other ideas. The unknown witch or wizard shot out a hand to grab her wrist and Dom immediately pulled out her wand, survival instincts kicking in, and pointed it at the figure. "Stupefy." She said, and made a run for it, not stopping to see what became of the knocked-out witch/wizard.

Dominique hurriedly made her way to the assumed direction of the exit to Diagon Alley, only to crash into someone. "Merde!" she said loudly, slipping into french in her frustration. She picked herself off the floor where she had been knocked over by the impact and took a look at her collider. Scorpius Malfoy. She thought wryly as she recognised the sharp features of her fellow student. Why am I not surprised to find him here? she thought, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Shut up, Malfoy." she replied, glaring at him.

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she doesn't like french food meeheheee. mom must hate that.
-giggles- so i lost my prefectship -has to remember that-