Night On The Town |Tobias|

[weasley]

Ever since this Weasley was young she has always loved looking her best. Sure all her clothes weren’t the finest or the most expensive (much to her mother’s dislike) but they all looked good on her. Well she thought they looked good on her and that was all that really mattered. And when she really did dress up nicely or dress up in less clothing she could get into anywhere. Dominique’s clothes and make-up sometimes made her look to be in her early twenties. So it was so easy for this girl to get into night clubs. Anywhere really. She tried a few muggle clubs before but they weren’t that amazing. Sure the alcohol was much better but Domi liked to stick with the wizarding world. Plus muggle boys seemed to fall for the veela charm much more quickly.

And even though Domi wasn’t going to a night club now she was almost dressed to the part. Except there wasn’t as much skin showing and she was in Diagon Alley. But the sun was quickly setting and she was debating over whether or not to go to that club in Knockturn Alley. Could make it an interesting night. Yet she was sticking to a bit of evening window shopping. All the cafes were still open and some lovely couples were out for a stroll. Right now Dominique wasn’t in a relationship and she was fine being single. This girl could get any guy she wanted since she knew how to actually talk/flirt with guys and had great looks. Well probably not any guy since some wouldn’t date her since she was a Weasley and related to the Potters. Those guys weren’t worth her time anyways.

For being late, Dominique was a little bit surprised at the amount of people. Sure Diagon Alley wasn’t packed like it usually was but the side streets weren’t bare. There were a fair amount of teenagers around and young couples. Probably out for the same reason she was. To find something to do. Home wasn’t exciting for Dom and she really didn’t want to go to a family member’s house to be with her cousins. Right now she wanted something new. A fresh face. One which she hasn’t talked to.

For being a Weasley who came from a pretty good line of Quidditch players. Like Domi’s father was quiet the athlete when he was at school. And her mother Fleur being all French and graceful. This young lady sure didn’t inherit any of those genes. Dominique was a very clumsy person and tripped over her own feet when distracted. Near a shop that has clearly closed for the night that had tables and chairs outside, Dom saw the chairs and knew to avoid them. Yet somehow her foot hit the chair, which resulted in her stumbling and the somehow the chair managing to stay upright. Dominique quickly, but not gracefully tried to cover up what she has just done. But knew it probably wasn’t possible for no one to miss that.

[tobias]

A young man about seventeen was wondering along the streets of Diagon Alley. For not particular reason even. His week had been one of many wonders. Great things had happened to him this week and he couldn’t help but feel higher than the world. Why was he at Diagon Alley then. Well he had gone to get away from surprise, surprise his family. That was really different. Some things just never changed and he had gotten used to it. The Wood Manor hadn’t changed in years the same old bull still reeked through the hallways. You’d think that they had almost become one of those superficial families that so often plagued the streets of London. Tobias Wood was worst for that. He was an extremely self confident young man who tended to get his way. There was only a few he was soft with who knew his true self. Those were the rare special people that he couldn’t hide his true nature from. It was to hard and he didn’t want to. In a way he wanted to give them something back and he did it with tenderness.

It wasn’t an overly dreary day fairly normal for London this time of year. Tobias was used to it, yes he preferred the sun but beggars can’t be choosers. At least it wasn’t raining. Dressed in a button up black dress shirt and a pair of dark denim jeans he looked good but stayed warm. Ever sense he turned fourteen he was very aware of how he dressed and for the last year he had perfected it. Wearing a pair of black dc shoes he scuffed along the dirt road. He didn’t know what he was going to do but he would figure it out. Tobias was good at finding things to do when it appeared there was nothing around. It was a true gift after all he was never bored. Wandering the streets he looked in the shops, even though he didn’t need anything. All his shopping was done, he hated leaving things to the last minute after all. There was still tons of people wandering the streets shopping and frolicking. Studying people was one of his most favorite past times it was far to interesting.

Walking along in front of him he noticed a girl wandering along not far in front of him. It seemed she was maneuvering her way through a set of tables and chairs. Tobias snuffed a chuckled before it begun as she nearly tripped. Watching closely he noticed she almost had another encounter and he hurried to catch up. “Easy there” he said from behind her. Walking up so he was beside her he smiled down at the blond girl. “Are you alright miss” he asked in his trademark Scottish accent. For a moment he just looked down at her. “Sorry, I’m Tobias Wood” he introduced.

[weasley]

The giggles that people were trying to hide or not trying to hide were heard right away. Dominique knew they were coming plus they didn’t bother her that much. She has accepted the fact that she wasn’t the most graceful person in the world. So that came with a lot of snickers and a few comments from those bold people. Sometimes there was at least one kind soul at there. Who took pity on this young lady. Sometimes, well most of the time it was a young man putting on the ‘nice act’ because Domi was beautiful. Or those were those few souls who were really just nice. Didn’t meet those people too often.

And wait? What was this? A kind soul? A handsome, male, kind soul? Why did it need to be a good looking guy to see her almost fall. Eh, beggars can’t be choosers. And he also had a gorgeous accent. If you knew Dominique you knew she was a sucker for most accents. Yet for a while now she knew how to control her emotions and hormones. Mostly because even if the guys were gorgeous some were only attracted to the small amount of veela blood she had. “Just fine. I’m just a bit clumsy.” Dominique said smiling. Those people who were unable to laugh at themselves weren’t fun. And since she was more than used to being a clumsy person, laughing at herself came in handy.

Tobias Wood. Last name sounded familiar. Someone in her family knew someone named Wood. Or maybe she just knew this guy from school? Wait…Dominique was thinking now that Uncle Harry knew a Wood. Someone from his Quidditch team back in the day. That didn’t matter at the moment. “Nice to meet you. I’m Dominique Weasley.” She said also introducing herself. So this young lady got her wish. She wished for someone to talk to and here he was. Well hopefully he was here to talk for a bit.

Dominique flattened out the front of her black jacket just out of habit. Usually when she tripped/fell it become a bit wrinkled. And hopefully her hair stayed in place. Like anyone would notice if it was out of place. The curls or waves just rested a little below her shoulders. And the curls looked fine even after a fall. Since the curls were naturally and didn’t come undone. Her dark jeans looked fine since Domi didn’t fall. But it looked like she scuffed her black boots a bit. She would have to take care of that later. She loved these boots. They came almost to her knee and had a small heel. In the muggle world someone called them ‘stripper boots’. Yet Dominique continued to wear them no matter what people said.