chillax (( dominique))

[louis]

Louis trailed up to the sixth floor not really looking to where he was going. He never liked being alone, he was always the party maker. It was probably his idea when parties happened, or at least he was one helping bring the common room alcohol. Yes truth was Louis was a little bit more of a alcoholic than most people. There was never a day he wasn't completely sober. Always a can of beer in the morning and a shot of vodka in the night and in between there was either a pack of cigarettes or a pack of cigarettes and a couple of joints. Weed made the world go round, and he was lucky he had not yet been caught out by his mother. Ok so Fleur had caught him smoking, and drinking for that matter.

On numerous occassions he had stumbeled in drunk, and his mother attempted to use her angry veela words to discipline him, and like normal he shrugged it of and did it all over again. Louis was his own boy, with his own rules. Live life to the full, you never know when it will end. Louis was merely heading up to just chill out. He didn't care where he landed, he would do the same. His hair seemed more of the mess today, he didn't care. It was only hair and yet even though his sisters put so much care via vanity he had no ounce. Besides he always thought it look alright. His little scene style he had going on wasn't exactly unique, but then again, Louis was just a unique party lover. No cares in the world, well except his family. Family came first.

He took a seat on the nearby window pulling out a tin of tabacco, some rizzla and of course the filters. His craving of cigarettes seemed to get worse every day. He would never quit, it made his life all the better. All he needed now was a few of his fellow house mates to bring back the bottles of whiskey from hogsmeade where they had all snuck off too. He began to roll his cigarette only to be pulled out of his concentration by footsteps. When he had checked it was completely empty since most people were in lessons, his bright blue eyes search each side of the hall waiting for the appearance, merely hoping it wasn't a teacher to catch him in the act of skiving.

[meme]

When the Headmaster changed Dominique’s Prefect times she thought that maybe whoever had the times with Anton would want to switch with her. It should be simple enough since all Prefects did it. Plus Anton had most of the later shifts. His father obviously got those for him since of him being a vampire. Everyone would like the afternoon shifts or the morning’s one. Much better than the ones at night. However it seemed to get around that the Headmaster was just as pleased that Dominique was dating Anton than James marrying Kelsey. Yeah no one was daring to piss off the Headmaster so when Dom asked for people to switch with her they said no. Even the guys did, which was a shocker! So they all knew she had a boyfriend but that never stopped any guy before. Yet maybe Anton being the Headmaster’s son had something to do with it. Either way that wasn’t going to stop their relationship. But she also didn’t want to get on the Headmaster’s bad side.

For a time Dom had all the teacher’s fooled and that was why she had gotten Prefect. She used to be this little Hufflepuff who wouldn’t hurt a fly. Also who looked like she wouldn’t drink, smoke or sleep around. And she did do that for a while. Pretty much since third year. Well not so much the sleeping around then but drinking and smoking. She wasn’t addicted to smoking just smoked when around friends. Alcohol she used to be addicted too but Anton didn’t like the whole party act she had. So Dominique had her last big party with Peyton around two months ago and really hasn’t don’t anything since then. Sure a small drink here or there but nothing to get her wasted. And she really hasn’t smoked since the summer. It just didn’t come up anymore. None of her friends really smoked. Except when she hung out with her brother.

For some reason the two were alike but different. They really didn’t look like siblings but the personality was the same. Dom also used to have that ‘I don’t care’ attitude but after everything she has been through everything mattered now. Jack was going to try and kill her whole family and anyone she cared about. He threatened that if she told anyone or warned their deaths would be so much worse. However she couldn’t sit back and do nothing. So as she walked around the sixth floor she caught site of black hair that really used to be flaming red. And he was going to smoke. Coming up behind him she stuck out her hand like she was going to get him in trouble. “You better be making one for me.” She told him smiling and sitting on the window ledge with him. This would calm her nerves.

[louis]

Louis did no extra in school. He wasn't a prefect and he was always too drunk to bother with quidditch. Maybe that was why he was always in such a good light mood. Nothing could bring him down, unless he was seriously hung over. But honestly, he couldn't remember the last time he dealt with a hang over, the headache was either numbed down by the vast amount of alcohol as soon as he woke, or he had just become ever so used to it. He might have been no morning boy but the wonders of weed came to mind. They made his day. Put him into the always good mood. His house could be burning down and he could sit there with a smile on his face looking to the bright side of life. Nothing could pull him down. Ok so maybe the destruction of the family or something, but everything else, just pushed of his head.

He soon returned back to his rolling of the cigarette when he only saw some girl in the distance. Licking the rizzla only too have a hand held out to him. He looked up at his elder sister Dominique. She never used to be the one to smoke or drink, let alone sleep around. yes he had heard about her reputation. It was hard living with veela's in the family. Then again Louis had his own little vain moments was crossing a mirror. He had always been ashamed of his bright red hair, and that was when he soon figured out the world of hair die. Jet black was always his faverioute. It suited him the most. He chuckeled to his sister handing her the cigarette he just rolled, and rolled another.

"As long as you don't get me done for skiving. Though i know you wont. You love me too much" he replied finishing rolling his second. He didn't mind sharing. He was always the laid back one in the family, even his father stressed out over the two eldest siblings of his. He was a mere chip on his dads shoulder. "So come on, what have you done wrong" he coughed, before lighting up the cigarette and taking a few drags whilst handing the lighter to his sister. "Your either here to get drunk or you've done something wrong. So cough up." Louis was always up for taking the blame for things his sisters had done. He was well and truely a mommys boy, and with his uncaring personality and sweet angelic smile he got away with it.

[meme]

It was amazing how Dominique grew up with one brother and by the time school came along he was completely different. Yet she was sure the same could be said for her. She wasn’t exactly the little girl who wouldn’t hurt a fly anymore. She didn’t have that whole innocent thing going on either. Now many people knew her name either from whatever rumors went around or because they wanted her dead. Death eaters always knew her last name but now they knew they had to watch out for the Dominique that went along with Weasley. Since apparently she knew too much. And right now she knew how to take care of herself. She would be in a fine spot now if it was just her against these death eaters. But now since Jack wanted to hunt down her family even more she had to take extra precautions.

And again even though she was more dangerous now that didn’t cover up her reputation from the other school years. When she would get drunk and sleep with the first guy she saw. Of course her friends tried to stop her but they could only do so much. She knew that. All the time she wanted to be a prime example for her cousins and younger brother and it was horrible knowing that they knew that reputation about her. Even though she tried to keep it out of school as much as possible. But those guys talk and it gets around pretty quickly. She doesn’t know how her brother turned into well this guy. With the smoking and drinking and all. Yet she guessed it was the same way she became what she used to be. Outside forces influenced her and they probably got to her brother too. Sometimes it was tough being a Weasley.

“I do love you too much.” That’s why I’m here telling you that someone wants you dead and it isn’t because you are a Weasley. It’s because I'm an idiot and messed with the wrong people. Yeah she didn’t know how to get those words out to make them not sound that bad. It sounded horrible and she got Anton to understand. But that was probably because he was her boyfriend. She lit up and took a drag. He definitely knew her too well. He knew she was in trouble. “So I’m automatically in trouble since I asked for a smoke?” Dominique asked him with a laugh and took a few more drags. Yeah she knew this was a disgusting habit but she smoked like a few times a year and only when highly stressed. “I would actually love to get drunk and hope what I got myself into was just a dream.” And she was a bit buzzed when she got her family in trouble but they didn’t have to know that. “And you can’t cover for me this time. This time I’ll have to save everyone’s ass since I messed up big time.” And she would be saving them literally.

Taking another long drag she tried relaxing a bit. It was easy to tell she was tense and she was doing her best to not look over her shoulder to make sure Jack wasn’t coming down the hallway. “You’re in Defense Against the Dark Arts, right?” she asked him looking over at her younger brother. Of course he was. It was like mandatory wasn’t it? Plus what Weasley wouldn’t be taking that class. “I would do your best to not skip his class or get him angry. Or in any situation that might get you a detention with him.” Ease into it. Ease into it that his teacher wanted him dead. “Professor Lestrange is a weird man. He is the son of Bellatrix Lestrange and Voldemort. There only son.” Yeah she definitely knew that wasn’t that best news in the world. “He is also what the Daily Prophet calls the Dark Prince.” Now she was telling him the ‘professor’ was the one doing all those muggle killings that were reported in the paper. “And I pissed him off big time.” She said looking at her shoes and taking another few drags.

[louis]

Louis took an amazingly long drag. People changed and grew up. Did the family honestly believe every weasley would come crawling back home to visit everyday then they were wrong. louis eventually wanted to move out, get a job, marry some girl that was perfect for him and live his life occasionally fitting the family visits in between. he didn't want to be stuck around all his family, he wanted something knew, that was why he planned to move a little further from home than most weasleys he didn't get the point of sticking around when all his family were practically bad luck magnets. not that he didn't love them, he loved them all, but he wanted to live his life without having to look over his shoulder all the time. he let a silent sigh skip through his lips.

he shrugged to what she said. "and how many times a year to you actually come to just "check" up on how i was doing? whenever your here theres always something going on.. or something wrong" he gave her a friendly grin. he didn't mind that she wasn't around, she at least left him to do what he wanted. "besides, you dont smoke unless its something thats seriously ticked you off. sure, she might have been the eldest but he still tried to take the big brother role. last thing he wanted was something screwing around with the family. and especially one of theirs. maybe it was just a gender thing. boys always wanted to be the hero, and well louis didn't exactly want his ass saved by a girl, let alone his sister. he shook his head slightly at her. "ill pass on you saving my ass, i can do that myself, but ill help you with everyone elses." he replied.

he thought back to when the last time he'd actually gone to his dada lessons.. and honestly... he couldn't remember. he really didnt honestly enjoy majority of classes. "uh sure... i think im on the list" he replied a little unsettled by the question. sure it was an important lesson but the good shit didnt start till next year, he just thought he'd skip the basics. he wanted to ask why. "i can't remember the last time i went, its probably a friday morning. im never up on fridays, and he hasn't said anything yet?" he replied. he'd always wondered why. perhaps it had been that long he had been forgotten about. he was slightly confused to why she was acting so... tense about professor lestrange. "yeah but his parents are dead, no one cares and i doubt he does, those two were psycopaths as it is." he paused. "doesn't he own the daily prophet?" he ask... general question of course. he paused when she said she'd pissed him off. oh god what had dom done now. he automaticall stepped into big brother mode. "what did you do to piss him off?" his tone a little more serious. "tell it too me straight."