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Getting into the healing field was never something that crossed Dominique’s mind. She was a Weasley so that of course meant probably something at the Ministry. For the longest time she wanted to be an Auror. That seemed just like something she was destined to become. She had the smarts to become one and no one would ever expect her to ever be one. She is one of those girls who know she looks good and sometimes uses it to her advantage. Just a little bit though. It really covers up the fact that she could be quite dangerous. For some reason this young lady has already used an unforgivable a couple times. This was mostly because in the beginning of Dom’s seventh year she ran into some problems. Just with a few people who caused some trouble but nothing much, which is why she found it kind of ironic that where she worked in the castle was in the same hallway as the defense against the dark arts classroom.

Dominique thought it was somewhat for a good idea for the hospital room to be located next to the dark arts classroom. It was something she knew would come in handy if anything strange went on in that classroom. Her time at Hogwarts was only less than a year ago and she knew the way Jack taught. Wasn’t the correct way but now her job at Hogwarts was to take care of the students. Dominique never went to the hospital wing much before in her years but now she was there every day taking care of students. Some students just came because they had nowhere else better to be. Also it seems like her ‘veela charm’ still worked with all the young males at Hogwarts. Never before was she asked to do so many physicals. It also surprised her how having Aiden crawling around attracted students. A lot of students just liked seeing little Aiden and spending time with him. She would never ever again run out of babysitters.

Something always happened at Hogwarts and this time it just happened to be a lockdown. This lockdown really never bothered her except now she had to always be on call. Not like she wasn’t before but now Dominique felt like something huge was going to happen. And if any students got injured she would have to be the one to heal them. She never had much training before this nursing job but she was very talented at healing. Even with the little break she took she got even more experience. Something to keep her mind busy. There were many different healing techniques to use when, which she learned when she was in the Western Hemisphere. She couldn’t wait to put some to the test but the only thing she has dealt with so far is the common cold and a few broken bones from quidditch practice.

Today thankfully was one of the slower days. There was no one in the hospital that needed looking after except Aiden. But since there was no one there it was one of those days that Dominique needed alone. So she got a Hufflepuff student, who she knew from when she was in school to babysit him. Dom’s only rule was that Aiden had to stay in the school, couldn’t go outside. So far her son didn’t like the snow and would prefer the sun. Weird for being part vampire but probably took after his mother in that aspect since she was a total beach bum. Dom made a quick stop at the kitchen to grab some food, which consisted mostly of fruits, before already heading back to her hallway. She could never stay away from Aiden that long. As she walked she heard students and their footsteps. Nothing unusual. Dominique was working at Hogwarts.

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with just a little lighting
- - THERE WILL NEVER BE DAYS LIKE THAT AGAIN
you never go from moment to moment you're the living double of a single fiction . . .

"what is an illegal drug anyways? no, not really. i just mean, who makes up this shit anyways? like, normal, or not normal. whoever frickin decided that? i would like to know. but, really, i suppose that when it does come to things like 'normal' and 'not normal' there has to be bending room. which i think means that these things have to change, even if only in the slightest way for each person. so, what may have been 'nothing unusual' for the lovely miss dominique weasley, might be very very abnormal for the more abnormal molly-anne, who, although was very strange to most other people, was perfectly normal to herself. you see where i'm going with this? and it would seem that today, the terms of normal and not were stretched very wide between molly-anne and her older cousin dominique."

"what seemed like a slow moving, uneventful, nothing unusual day to the blond belle, was a frantic, paranoid, nothing normal about it day to the strange wonder that made her way up the moving flights of stairs to the third floor. in fact, most of her days seemed to be like that lately, but that didn't make them any more normal. every time they snuck up on her the way they did, molly-anne would open her mouth wide and raise her eyebrows in surprise. every time she woke up and realized the school was under a lock down her eyes widened to the size of saucers. for merlin's sake, there was nothing normal about that at all ! and what was even weirder than most of the weird things that were happening to molly-anne at the moment, was that as a result of all of this, she felt like she was in a talking mood."

"now, of course, by a 'talking mood' i mean, simply, a confiding mood. a mood that would allow her to open up more than ever before to just about anyone, spilling out her heart and soul in liquid form through her eye sockets to the next person who just happened to walk by. okay maybe that's just a little bit exaggerated, but probably not that far of a stretch. and, also, of course, when i say 'talking mood' no actual words are really involved. maybe a piece of parchment and a few inkblots, and definitely some very animated facial expressions, but no words from this gurl's mouth. unusual for some, yes, but nothing but the norm for molly-anne, who hadn't spoken a peep as far as anyone was concerned for a very very long time. see how i so cleverly keep the theme alive?"

"now, molly-anne had no idea of where to go, or how to get there, or even what she was going to do once she got there. she was so lost all the time now. and things were just one big mix up. like her thoughts had been scrambled. so she just kept walking. walking until she felt like she didn't need to walk no more. then she just sat down. in the corridor of the third floor, between the defense against the dark arts classroom and the hospital wing. she just sat. no one was around, it seemed, and she was still at a loss of what to do. idly her red gloved fingers traced the tiles on the floor. she pulled her knees as close to her chest as her elaborate leg braces, and her new, and ever enlarging five month stomach would allow in her black and white frilly getup that desperately tried to hide it, and quietly began to hum a subtle tune, though her lips, thin and chapped, remained tightly shut."

"and as she sat there, and hummed, and tried to hide her demented figure, she also thought. she thought about then and now. she thought about how things had changed, and how things were going to change. and the fact that in roughly four more months there would never be days like this again, and some living double would have to take on the new normal for her now fictional normal life. and then, as she heard the light footsteps re-approaching the third floor corridor, molly-anne began to panic. she panicked about then and now. she panicked about how things had changed, and how things were going to change. and the fact that in roughly four more months there would never be days like this again, and some living double would have to take on the new normal for her now fictional normal life. yes, molly-anne panicked."

"there was no real reason for her to panic though, since, upon entering the third floor and situating herself right by the hospital wing she knew who she should expect. but when she saw her cousin coming toward right where she was sitting, there was no stopping surprise. it came onto her like some kind of beast, engulfing her, and letting her reside in the pit of it's stomach. surprisingly comfy her lips moved in an almost unidentifyable shape. it was here when she suddenly remembered that she'd come with no real intentions, and she was just a gurl sitting in a hallway. she had no idea what different she was expecting to happen. but even then, molly-anne stopped her humming to offer a slightly off balanced smile, stopped tracing her red gloved hands on the tiles to hold her hand up in a still, awkward wave, and lock the woman in a tight stare. as if to say hello."

LITTLE MISS iphy TAGS dominique weasley AND MAKES HER SCREAM elvis costello LYRICS WHILE JEERING AT HER: i though molly-anne could use some family bonding ? plus she needed threads FOR A TOTAL OF nine hundred and twenty five WORDS, BITCH !

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